Summer

Summer, like Madonna and child…
you were born just a little bit wild.
Blonde hair and a permanent smile,
Summer, like Madonna and child.
Who knows what the Lord was doin'
when He made you---
but I hear some people have been with angels
and never knew.
Summer, what do you see?
This millstone 'round my neck and an angry sea?
I can stumble and fall so easily
bringin' everyone around down with me.
You must be some kind of messiah
the way you look through me.
And there’s somethin' in your innocence that reminds me
of the way things ought to be.
Summer, like a summer rain,
you open up your arms to bless us again.
But it’s a hard, hard ground for growin' grain
and sometimes it only yields pain.
Like a lamb led to the slaughter
you are your Father’s daughter…
but like the summer sun
you still smile on everyone.