She was never a summer child No, never at all She liked the cool of the spring And the damp of the fall For the heat of the summer Made her b****y and mean As she watched for the hired man Quiet and lean She was never a summer child No, never at all It was the time of the creatures That slithered and crawled She'd stand in her window With her back to the light She knew I was watching Like a moth in the night
Go down easy, go down slow Go down easy child There's a lot of summer left to go There's a lot of summer left to go