This will be resounding
A hundred times again
In the summer, evening creeps up
If you get used to a day
The shadows all came later
And word would have you think
Those words flung among us
A darkness out to dry
And still, the sun is sleeping
When I except to see
And still someone was coming
It truly was not me
But I'll try to let skeins flung out
Be wound around again
And I'll to let the rough rocks
Be finished by the waves
Be finished by the waves
Be finished by the waves
Be finished by thе waves
Be finished by thе waves