In Open Fields

The Split Infinitives

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Here, see that mercury is rising
In glass
Simply the sign of realizing
Like brass
Chiming timeless melodies throughout the yard with
Perfect resonance
Accelerating as April and May come a chargin'
At once

The sun is coming fast
But be a fool to think it will last
The summer will take us in
At the sight of children runnin'
In open fields
With no need to dream
Shaking in our sleeves
With no need to breathe

Here, see that bluebird's song
It rings
With our fortune and fate that waited on
Under wing
Fires raging high with us that commemorate
That soon
The early hours will be up to take its place