Summer Gathering

Morning light across the wooden floor

Dust motes dancing by the open door

Bare feet stepping on the cool white pine

Your hand reaching out to quiet mine

And the road is wide

With the sun on our side

Oh, let the summer bloom

Fill up the quiet room

We are wild and we are free

Underneath the greenwood tree

Shadows stretch as afternoon goes late

Golden hour by the garden gate (mmmmm)

Whispered promises we keep in store

We don't need to hurry anymore

Oh, let the summer bloom

Fill up the quiet room

We are wild and we are free

Underneath the greenwood tree

Underneath

the greenwood tree (mmmmm)