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