Summer days, lazy

days of peace and cloudless sky,

Butterfly and bumble bee

on gentle wings doth fly.

Sweet peas climb the trellis,

where rose perfume fills the air,

Rippling stream your laughter's heard

by the blue kingfisher bird.

While from your banks a fishing goes,

The breeze that stirs the willow tree,

and all this Lord you have given me.

So in my very humble way,