When summer returns to it's 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 it's dreams of gold   And everything slows      When summer returns to it's warm green fields   The sun fading, pastel in the breeze   The swallow swooping, migrating home   And everything slows      The ______ vacuum draws you in   Strange visions are loose on white ______   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 it's rage      When summer returns to it's warm green fields   Everything slows   The sun fading, pastel in the breeze   Everything slows   The swallow swooping, migrating home   Everything slows