Summer

I'm holding on to Summer
Like I'm holding on to us
I sense it disappearing
Like all the seasons must


Only when the sun goes down
Will I see what’s lost and found.


I’ve been a long time wondering
Is it passion? is it love?


I'm hunting the horizon
Like I'm hunting memory
I sense a new revealing
Of impossibility.


Only as the globe spins round
Will I feel this shifting ground


Move on summer breeze
Clear the air for me
I'm asking you please
For clarity.

Words and music (c) Helen Turner
Published by Bad Bear ltd