Second Theme

The sun is fading slowly, drinks are on the tray Midsummer days are still, with skies of blue and white The evening strawberries decline in cups of clay Petunias heady smell spreads out tonight It starts with mournful cry of gulls in twilight air The overture of yours, that weeping chord! Then comes a theme of oboe, I am there To play for you, my love, the notes you must have heard.