Summer’s really here,
it’s not about the weather,
just ask the flowers.
The work day is done,
and the evening’s calling,
to do better things.
My family tree,
indicates I’m from London,
North, East, West and South.
The grey evening sky,
hides the rain that soon will fall,
silent in the night.
Drifting now away,
like a long and tiring day,
that you sleep away.
