When summer returns to its warm green fields 
The sun fading, pastel in the breeze 
The swallow swooping, migrating home 
The dawning days morning with a sigh 
Opening windows with a wounding cry 
The rainbow's lost its dreams of gold 
and everything slows 

when summer returns to its warm green fields 
the sun fading, pastel in the breeze 
the swallow swooping, migrating home 
and everything slows 

The floating vacuum draws you in 
Strange visions are loose on white stallions
A wall of sound with flutes and strings 
rising on a wave of voices 
surrounded by your humble faith 
morning's there to wake us in time 
rain and sky 
The world is breathing, living, but turning in its rage 

When summer returns to its warm green fields 
everything slows 
The sun fading, pastel in the breeze 
everything slows 
The swallow swooping, migrating home 
everything slows
The swallow swooping, migrating home