When the Summer Came

By Tom King

When the summer came

Oh, I had fine resolutions.

               I’ll bring her daisies every day,

                              And we will walk for hours in the sun

…And I did once or twice bring her daisies,

               But we never found the time

                              To walk in the sun

And now when summer’s gone

And God has touched the forests red and gold

               “I shall sing her songs by twilight,

                              And we shall hold hands in the gathering dusk.

…And I have writ the songs,

               But cannot sing them half so well

                              As my heart wants.

Never mind my darling

Never mind at all

               For dusk will surely gather and daisies bloom

                              And we have always

                                             Each others’ hands to hold.

*  Copyright 1986

Composed on a Commodore computer at Odyssey Harbor - June, 1986