1st Verse:
Our feet are deep in snow;
frost glimmers on the trees
but when the cold wind blows
dream of a summer breeze.
2nd Verse:
Think of leaves and blossoms
adorning branches bare;
think of grass and flowers
that will grow everywhere.
Chorus:
Summertime will come, in time
then all will feel right again
Summertime will be sublime;
when the sun shines bright again.
3rd Verse:
Winter chill nips your nose
and makes your face turn red.
See us in summer clothes
with golden skin instead.
4th Verse:
No more ice and snowflakes;
sun showers everyone
ripples upon the lake
glimmer as we skim our stones.
Chorus:
Summertime will come, in time
then all will feel right again
Summertime will be sublime;
when the sun shines bright again.
Comments
Blessing | December 28, 2011 - 16:17
Thank goodness you gave up rapping! Must have read my mind well-wisher ... There will be light ... Enjoyed this. Helped to brighten my day.
well-wisher | December 28, 2011 - 16:35
I only tried rapping once but no one seemed to like it except me.
Glad you liked this though. Inspired by the cold, stormy weather up in Scotland right now.
Thanks, Blessing.
JoHn -
"Ex amore victoria". ("From love comes victory".)
Highhat | December 29, 2011 - 06:16
Now the light is slowly returning here- summer doesn't seem too far away. Liked this John..
;)Pia
MistakenMagic | December 29, 2011 - 13:46
Sending me some sun on a wet and windy Yorkshire day, John, thank you! I didn't realise you'd attempted rapping - did you post it on ABC? I'd love to read it!
Magic xxx
well-wisher | January 4, 2012 - 22:56
Thank you, MM.
It's been stormy where I am for weeks. A stormy Christmas rather than a white one. I'll be glad
when calmness comes again.
Here is the Rap; based upon the Hindu goddess of Power (an aspect of Kali) Shakti. I hope you like it.
Goddess Power (In the style of a Rap)
Shakti waking;
activating.
This diva delivers a blow
that’s devestating.
Hits like an atom bomb.
It doesn’t matter whom;
she can still splatter them
into the catacombs.
And what she does to them,
Its gonna hurt, see?
And when she’s done with them,
they’re gonna curtsey.
(and beg for mercy).
‘cause, with her uppercut
and her right hook;
like a motor car crash
is how they might look.
Oh so angry, that
is how they make her
and when she hits them
with her Haymaker,
she’ll knock them all
the way to Jamaica.
She’ll even hit them
further than the equator.
She aint no Quaker,
she’s an Earth Shake-r.
Hit them bastards past the
moon and its craters.
And don’t you be deceived
by her exterior
As Motherfuckers go,
She’s Mother Superior.
Hit them with dynamite
right in their derriere.
She'll take them all on;
the more the merrier.
She’ll blow those fuckers apart;
splatter them everywhere.
Gotta see her to believe her;
‘cause she’s got goddess power. A super diva.
When she break dances, she’s like Shiva.
She’s gonna make mince meat of the deceivers.