Summer came from somewhere It lay across the land Soil was fine and warm in the hand The shepherdess and the sheepdog They kept a loving view On starry nights fat lambs might stray From the ewe For summer came from somewhere Now her journey’s done Dante loves the summer sun.
White clover and mountains A sight to fill the eye Yet eyes have seen and still wonder why Dante turns for home again Her rosy cheeks at evensong But she won’t leave her flock very long
For summer came from somewhere Now her journey’s done Dante loves the summer sun.
For summer came from somewhere Now her journey’s done Dante loves the summer sun.
For summer came from somewhere Now her journey’s done Dante loves the summer sun.