In The Summertime

(альбом: Standing In The Doorway: Chrissie Hynde Sings Bob Dylan - 2021)

One, two, three

I was in your presence for an hour or so
Or was it a day? I truly don't know
The sun never set, where the trees hung low
By that soft and shining sea
Did you respect me for what I did
Or for what I didn't do, or for keeping it hid?
Did I lose my mind when I tried to get rid
Of everything you see?

In the summertime, woah, in the summertime
In the summertime, when you were with me

I got the heart and you got the blood
We cut through iron and we cut through mud
Then came the warning that was before the flood
That set everybody free
Fools they made a mock of sin
Our loyalty they tried to win
But you were closer than my next of kin
When they didn't want to see

In the summertime, woah, in the summertime
In the summertime, when you were with me

Strangers, they meddled in our affairs
Poverty and shame was theirs
But all that suffering was not to be compared
With the glory that is to be
I'm still carrying the gift you gave
It's a part of me now, it's been cherished and saved
It'll be with me unto the grave
And then unto eternity

In the summertime, woah, in the summertime
In the summertime, when you were with me
In the summertime, woah, in the summertime
In the summertime, when you were with me