Summertime with my family,
Hot breezy days spent on the shore
Listening to and endless picinic dream
Blending in waves along the shore.

Shovels, pails
Bags of food and books
Provisions for our lengthy stay
Sand castles lasting for eternity
Because forever is all day

And when the day is finally over
Looking to the setting sun,
When the day is finally over
When we've stayed till light's not more
I'm going Home, I'm going home.
I'm going home, I'm going home.

September leaves summer so suddenly.
October leaves slowly blaze.
And vivid colors fading over me
Become the shortening of the days.

Life becomes another kind of dream,
Insistent song of work's embrace.
A constant motion winding rapsody
Blurring the features of daylight's face.

And when the day is finally over
Looking to the setting sun,
When the day is finally over
When we've stayed till light's not more
I'm going Home, I'm going home.
I'm going home, I'm going home.

Something like persistent memory,
An old voice speaking to my core.
She whispers visions to me silently
Laden with hope for what's in store.

You and I will be much older then,
When we see our children fully grown.
And reap the dusty joy of gathering
Dreams in this life we both have sown.

And when the day is finally over
Looking to the setting sun,
When the day is finally over
When we've stayed till light's not more
I'm going Home, I'm going home.
I'm going home, I'm going home.


--Licia Sky
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