All summer long
She touched me
She gathered in my soul
From many a thorn
From many thickets
Her fingers
Like a weaver's
Quick and cool
And the light
Came from her body
And the night
Went through her grace
All summer long
She touched me
And I knew her
I knew her
Face to face
And her dress
Was blue and silver
And her words
Were few and small
She is the vessel
Of the whole wide world
Mistress
Oh mistress
Of us all
Dearly dead
Queen of solitude
I thank you with my heart
For keeping me
So close to thee
While so many
Oh so many
Stood apart
And the light
Came from her body
And the night
Went through her grace
All summer long
She touched me
I knew her
I knew her
Face to face