Lost among the brambles
Those long cross country rambles
Your hands stained red
From blackberry picking
Brave or was it foolish?
You took off all your clothes
Your lips turned blue
From north sea swimming
Colours, colours of the summer
My thoughts are drawn to you still
The red kite against the blue sky
My thoughts are drawn to you still
Race down Chimney Bank
Faster than legs can carry you
Your knees are green
From the tripping and the falling
Nothing to disturb us
Collapsed among the cord
The hazy gold
Of a lazy summer
Colours, colours of the summer
My thoughts are drawn to you still
The red kite against the blue sky
My thoughts are drawn to you still
Colours, flash before us, flash before us, flash before…etc
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