Summer Child

Slow stream static falling snow
falling down and down and down
Slow stream static falling snow
Tracing patterns on a cold, cold, cold window
And all land is cut up into grids, cut up into grids
And all the kids, the kids, the kids, the kids
Are tunnelling the drifts, tunnelling the drifts
I'm going where there is no time to pass
I'll stay till I forget where I was last
I'm going where there is no time
I'll rest my soul and I'll rest my mind
Summer Child my sweet home I'm coming back to you
Summer Child my sweet home I'm coming back to you
Sage grows tall, two fires burn strong
And I miss you on and on
On and on and on and on and on
I'm going where there is no time
I'll rest my soul and I'll rest my mind
I'm going where there is no time to pass
I'll stay till I forget where I was last
Summer Child my sweet home I'm coming back to you
Summer Child my sweet home I'm coming back to you