30 June 2017

In the Summertime

I was in your presence for an hour or so 
Or was it a day? I truly don’t know 
Where the sun never set, where the trees hung low 
By that soft and shining sea

Did you respect me for what I did 
Or for what I didn’t do, or for keeping it hid? 
Did I lose my mind when I tried to get rid 
Of everything you see?
  
In the summertime, ah in the summertime 
In the summertime, when you were with me
  
I got the heart and you got the blood 
We cut through iron and we cut through mud 
Then came the warnin’ that was before the flood 
That set everybody free 

Fools they made a mock of sin 
Our loyalty they tried to win 
But you were closer to me than my next of kin 
When they didn’t want to know or see

In the summertime, ah in the summertime 
In the summertime when you were with me
  
Strangers, they meddled in our affairs 
Poverty and shame was theirs 
But all that sufferin’ was not to be compared 
With the glory that is to be

And I’m still carrying the gift you gave 
It’s a part of me now, it’s been cherished and saved 
It’ll be with me unto the grave 
And then unto eternity

In the summertime, ah in the summertime 

In the summertime when you were with me

--Bob Dylan, 1981

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