I can see the two towers
High above the full trees
How splendid they are
There are always sheep nearby
So many sheep
In these green fields turning gold
How I miss these English summers
When I am overseas
I miss the music of the rural birds
And the colours of nature’s palette
God’s greatest gift to us
I also miss you on our bed
Sleeping under a brightening sky
The early breezes calm and sweet
I miss touching your golden hair
And caressing your tanned limbs
Lazy from the previous day
My Summer Girl