Midsummer Song

Siting a while in the rain 
Down on the river bank
Singing a midsummer song.

With a forsythia wand
Watching the rippling drops
Mmm passing along.

Black thrush comes rushing along.
"You'd better make your way
Mmm before it gets late"

"And aren't we just a bit wet 
Singing your days away?"
Mmm winter can wait.