Another song...

Another apology to Mr B Dylan... But another one that sums it up for me.

Thought I'd share, for what it's worth.

I was in you presence for an hour or so,
Or was a day, I truly don't know -
Where the sun never set, where the trees hung low,
By that soft and shining sea.

Did you respect me for what I did,
Or for what I didn't do, or for keeping it hid -
Did I lose my mind when I tried to get rid
Of everything you see?

In the summertime,
In the summertime,
In the summertime,
When you were with me.

I got the heart, and you got the blood
We cut through iron, and we cut through the mud,
Then came the warning that was before the flood
That said everybody fades.

Fools, they made a mock of sin,
Our loyalty they tried to win.
But you were closer to me than my very skin,
But they didn't want to know or see.

In the summertime,
In the summertime,
In the summertime,
When you were with me.

Strangers, they meddled in our affairs,
Poverty and shame is theirs.
But all that suffering can't be compared
With the glory that is to be.

And I'm still carrying the gift you gave,
It's a part of me now, it's been cherished and saved.
And it'll be with me until the grave,
And into eternity

In the summertime,
In the summertime,
In the summertime,
When you were with me.