At last the riverbed has dried
The everyman’s command defied
The cracking skin we tried to hide
Sat beneath the devil’s snide
Oh, fill us up with hopeful pride
Who are we to waste away
A wealth of timeless summer days
Come along through strings of song
Just scratch the record and it plays
Wrapped in thoughtless summer haze
Beseech the sun
To send us fun
The child’s field is overrun
Fence surrounds the worthy ones
Compensate them with a gun
Closing out a world of shun
A last hurrah
A hurried stun
