June 31st

Where the tracks converge on the horizon

Where the sky descends to meet the sea

Where the sun has set and waits to rise on

The day you give your love again to me

When the sun becomes a dying ember

And the stars are sparks from ashes raked

When the dawn no longer breaks remember

That my sleeping heart was once awake

There upon a hazy summer hillside

Perfume-scented blossom-sweet the breeze

Ebbing, flowing - eddies on a spring-tide

Bringing distant laughter from the trees

On the 31^st of June I’ll go there

Lay the blanket, pop the cork and then

Wait upon that hazy summer hillside 

For the time to talk with you again