The Land Was White (When Summer Comes)

The land was white while the winter moon was absent

From the night, and the blackness only pierced by far-off stars.

But as every day still succeeds the darkest moments we have known

As seasons turn, springtime colours will return.

And as the first pale flowers of the lengthening hours

Seem to deepen the twilight and that melancholy cloak

Then a fresh perfume just seems to burst from each bloom

Until the green shoots through each day as it arrives

In every shade of hope.

When summer comes there will be a dream of peace

And a breath that I’ve held so long that I can barely release

Then perhaps I may even find a room somewhere,

Just a place I can still speak to you.