From the recording Summerbird
Tilling the earth, tending your heart's longing, loving and the great unknown that entwines them all...
I been around, a block or two
But now, Baby, there's just you...
I thought I'd sown my wild oats in the nick of time
They say you get it in early and you'll be fine
Lord, I've waited so long, for summertime
Now Its not easy, and I don't know
Are you gonna fly when it starts to snow