Summertime - Red Molly

IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIELD IN THE MIDDLE OF KANSAS

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SUMMER ON THE FORTH OF JULY

THE WHEAT WAS WAVING THE DAY WAS WAITING

THE STARS WERE FALLING AND THE WORLD WAS RIGHT

IT WAS SUMMER TIME AND THE LIVING WAS EASIER BACK THEN

MORNING ROSE UP SINGING HALLELUJAH

AND EVERY EVENING WHISPERED ITS AMEN

FROM THE PORCH OUT BACK CAME THE SOUND OF VOICES

THE HUM OF A FIDDLE, BOOTS ON THE PINE

AND THE GUITAR MAN PICKING SWEETLY

SONGS MELT LIKE BUTTER ON A HOT SUMMER NIGHT

IT WAS SUMMER TIME AND THE LIVING WAS EASIER BACK THEN

MORNING ROSE UP SINGING HALLELUJAH

AND EVERY EVENING WHISPERED ITS AMEN

SOMETIMES A STARLESS NIGHT CAN LEAVE YOU MISDIRECTED

SOMETIMES THE ROAD YOU CHOOSE IS NOT WHAT YOU EXPECTED

NOW MY HAIR’S TURNED GREY SO FAR FROM KANSAS

I FOUND ME A HUSBAND WE HAD US A CHILD

CAN’T SEE THE STARS IN NEW YORK CITY

BUT IF I CAN CLOSE MY EYES I CAN DRIFT A WHILE

BACK TO SUMMER TIME AND THE LIVING WAS EASIER BACK THEN

MORNING ROSE UP SINGING HALLELUJAH

AND EVERY EVENING WHISPERED ITS AMEN

MORNING ROSE UP SINGING HALLELUJAH

AND EVERY EVENING WHISPERED ITS AMEN