The heavy air was scented by The disappointed flowers The weatherman had promised them Warm soft summer showers They bowed their weary heads Resigned to wait a few more hours And we walked together in the half light Down secret paths Climbed wooden fences Till a dancing meadow Enveloped us within its gra**y web. There was no need for discussion It was surely no disgrace Her soft skin had the texture Of the finest silken lace Waiting moist and trembling It was just the time and place And our woven bodies sang together In harmony With understanding Till we fell back smiling Rejoicing in the music we had made. The blood red summer sunset Was a slowly spreading stain That rose behind the bandstand As the shepherd played again We heard his silver trumpet It had blown away the rain And we lay together in the long gra** Holding hands And making sweet talk Till the smell of woodsmoke Reminded us that it was to go.