That summer was a brown eyed girl who knew nothing but her heart
We stumbled through the vows we’d made into each other’s arms
And both of us were glorious or so we used to think
For forty days and forty nights we danced along the brink
We could have been the wonder love of the lives we never lived
Your curves and looks defied the skill of every brush and quill
Your husky voice like music wove a spell no man could break
And underneath that summer’s moon we’d only love to make
The narrow bridge across the tracks still reminds me of the night
We lay down in that barley field beneath the dying light
The world was miles away that night but we were in between
The lasting love you’d left behind and sighs of might have been
No nothing good is ever gone until all the cords are thrown
The river flows, the waves still break, but summertime has flown
The starlings gather on the wind awaiting autumn’s spark
The barley field is barren now where once we left our mark
I held you long years after, when we last kissed on moonlit sand
I’ve raised a glass to times long gone and to a better man
He held you through the wind and rain and when the children cried
I’d flown off with the Starlings then but he stayed by your side
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The moonlight shone through your dark hair down by the Sandhead shore
And in your whispers gentle waves broke round us by Drummore
We had our time when passion flashed, and though the guilt plays on
I’ve no regrets now looking back upon our summertime gone
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem