Could be honeycomb   In a sea of honey, a sky of honey   Whose shadow, long and low   Is slipping out of wet clothes?   And changes into the most beautiful iridescent blue      Who knows who wrote that song of Summer   That blackbirds sing at dusk   This is a song of color   Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust   Then climb into bed and turn to dust      Every sleepy light must say goodbye   To the day before it dies   In a sea of honey, a sky of honey      Keep us close to your heart   So if the skies turn dark   We may live on in comets and stars      Who knows who wrote that song of Summer   That blackbirds sing at dusk   This is a song of color   Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust   Then climb into bed and turn to dust      Who knows who wrote that song of Summer   That blackbirds sing at dusk   This is a song of color   Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust   Then climb into bed and turn to dust      Oh, sing of summer and a sunset and sing for us   So that we may remember   The day writes the words right across the sky   They go all the way up to the top of the night