Birch Book Stray Summer Song

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Got no design on which to set my sight Got no mind for wrong or right Ain't got no line to set it straight Just some shoine to lay the light ON the page and pen with which I write A stray summer song The weather's fine if you're stopping by And I don't mind if you stay the while Pardon if I seem of absent mind Or a little dazed, I'm just flying high... It's a subtle wind but you could catch a ride On a stray summer song Stray summer song: Turning on the light of creation Stray summer song: Rising up at the mount of the shining sun Stray summer song: Through the mist of the early morning dawn Got no fear, got nothing to hide Got no fear for the days gone by Got no ear for reasons why Got no care to satisfy Just setting here with the lilt and rhyme Of a stray summer song Got no bruise from the condescension The world's ruse and its disposition I can take abuse, it's no imposition On the finer usw of imagination A wayward muse for the inspiration Of a stray summer song Stray summer song: Rising up through the mist on the mountain Stray summer song: Heralding the season's revolution Stray summer song: Let it on the old day is passing on A tangled scrawl on a rumpled page Dishelved lace from a tattered sleeve Stranger thoughts have been mislaid Out on the path among the fray A rarer warp and weft to weave A stray summer song Stray summer song: A migrant course for a lost procession Stray summer song: A supple strand in the cloth of conception Stray summer song: Rising up through the mist of the morning dawn If you suppose that you could find The open door to a state of mind Without no ties, nothing to unbind In the age old house of the tendrilled vine Just bring a bowl for the mellow wine Of a stray summer song