Summer fields

Though the cloth is poor the heart floweth over
gold and silver the soul doeth yield
let me take you by the hand and dance
underneath the stars of summer fields

Let us waltz within where green meets gold
and crimson fills the evening sky
I would dance with you until the dawn
to black bird's song and cockerill cry

Let me show you life anew
as butterflies jive amongst the meadow
and humble bees caress the flowers
whilst we watch the splendid starling show

Let us shelter beneath the hay
gathered under the sun's embrace
and I would hold you in paradise realm
to softly kiss your heavenly face

For though I am poor the mind still glows
and the heart doeth shine on all it feels
please let me take you by the hand
to the dance of the summer fields.