Sunset

Could be honeycomb

In a sea of honey

A sky of honey

Whose shadow, long and low

Is slipping out of wet clothes?

And changes into

The most beautiful

Iridescent blue

Who knows who wrote that song of Summer

That blackbirds sing at dusk

This is a song of colour

Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust

Then climb into bed and turn to dust

Every sleepy light

Must say goodbye

To day before it dies

In a sea of honey

A sky of honey

Keep us close to your heart

So if the skies turn dark

We may live on in

Comets and stars

Who knows who wrote that song of Summer

That blackbirds sing at dusk

This is a song of colour

Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust

Then climb into bed and turn to dust

Who knows who wrote that song of Summer

That blackbirds sing at dusk

This is a song of colour

Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust

Then climb into bed and turn to dust

Oh sing of summer and a sunset

And sing for us, so that we may remember

The day writes the words right across the sky

They all go all the way up to the top of the night