The Summer King
Quiet by a river in the middle of June
I lost my virtue in the weeds
As through the water calm & clear
The Summer King he Called to Me

He took my hand and pulled me down
And in a voice like Spring he said
“Leave your cares on the mossy floor
And with me lay on the river bed”

I will not see Autumn’s fire
No more shall I fear the frost
I shall slake my sweet desire
Lovelorn, fearless, I am lost

A hyacinth scepter and a river birch throne
Spatterdock Tobacco in a Dutchman’s pipe
A firefly procession and a bullfrog choir
A Summer rain on our Wedding Night

[repeat the last two verses x3]