This will be resounding   A hundred times again   The summer heat, it creeps up   If you get used to a day   The shadow all came later   And words would have you think   Those words flung among us   The darkness out to dry   And still the sun is sleeping   When I expect to see   And still someone was coming   It truly was not me   But I’ll try to let skeins flung out   Be wound around again   And I’ll try to let the rough rocks   Be finished by the waves   Be finished by the waves   Be finished by the waves   Be finished by the waves   Be finished by the waves