Summer Breeze

Oh, let the summer breeze blow soft upon my granite stone And tell her where they buried me Alone, my God, alone My last thought in this cold cold world Was Summer in her arms And then the world crashed in on me The bullets came in swarms Oh, bury me where breezes play To cool the Summer's endless day Then tell her where I lie in rest And that her love was my request Oh, let the Summer breeze blow soft Across this ancient hill Walk quietly o'er me I will hear Your tears fall gently still Think not of war, the price we paid, But Summers that we had When sails would catch the wind and float And naught we knew was sad Oh, bury me where breezes play To cool the Summer's endless day Then tell her where I lie in rest And that her love was my request 8-1-18 For John Hamilton's lyric contest Summer Breeze