ILSE:
And all shall fade
the flowers of spring
the world and all the sorrows
at the heart of everythingbut still it stays
the butterfly sings
and opens purple summer
with a flutter of its wingsthe earth will wave with corn
the grey-fly choir will mourn
and mares will neigh
with stallions that they mate
foals they've borne
and all shall know the wonder
of purple summer...And yet, I wait
the swallow brings
a song to hard to follow
that no one else can singthe fences sway
the porches swing
the sky begins to thunder
crickets wander, murmuringthe earth will wave with corn
the grey-fly choir will mourn
and mares will neigh
with stallions that they mate
foals they've borneand all shall know the wonder
I will sing the song of purple summer
and all shall know the wonder
I will sing the song of purple summerall shall know the wonder
of purple summer...
