<p>words and music by Michael Stephen Rivers, a college friend who lives in the PNW and writes/sings beautiful music.</p>
<p>His latest CD "My Father's Face" has a song called The Winds of Summer. Every time I listen to it, I think of ATP and the folks here. I've asked him to send me the lyrics, but until he does, here's the first verse of it. Unfortunately, it's not one of the sample tracks on his website, so I can't even point you there to hear it.</p>
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<p>UPDATE: It IS one of the tracks on his website. Go to <a href="http://michaelstephenrivers.com" target="_blank">http://michaelstephenrivers.com</a> and click on "Music" That launches a pop-up music player. Click on the song you want to listen to, and prepare to be entranced</p>
<p> FINAL UPDATE: He sent me the lyrics</p>
<h1>The Winds of Summer</h1>
<p><strong> </strong></p>
<p>She’s planting her tulips in dark soil.</p>
<p>Hi Miss Mary, how grows your garden?</p>
<p>She pushes back stray hair and sacred toil,</p>
<p>She just smiles at our back yard.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> On her knees she tends these bulbs and seeds</p>
<p> That sink down in the moist, black earth</p>
<p> Till like petulant teens, slender and green</p>
<p> They rise up and sway</p>
<p> </p>
<p> To taste the winds of summer,</p>
<p> Taste the winds, the winds of summer,</p>
<p>Taste the winds of summer</p>
<p>In our back yard.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>How was your day, dear? Oh, quite contrary.</p>
<p>I got up late and kept on running.</p>
<p>So I’ll rest my arms on this old cedar fence.</p>
<p>Listen to the trowel, her quiet humming.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> On her knees she tends these bulbs and seeds</p>
<p> That sink down in the moist, black earth</p>
<p> Till like petulant teens, slender and green</p>
<p> They rise up and sway</p>
<p> </p>
<p> To taste the winds of summer,</p>
<p> Taste the winds, the winds of summer,</p>
<p>Taste the winds of summer</p>
<p>In our back yard.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> I’m gonna open my heart like an old, stuck window-</p>
<p> Let it in, let it in, sweet air kisses my skin!</p>
<p> I could listen to her bright, red tulips sing</p>
<p> All life long…</p>
<p> </p>
<p> Taste the winds of summer,</p>
<p> Taste the winds, the winds of summer,</p>
<p>Taste the winds of summer</p>
<p>In our back yard.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 1995 Michael Rivers/wineglass productions</p>
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