The Heat of the Sun (Song)

1.

Oh here is where my lady lay

upon warm summer grass.

I hear her sigh and, sweet words, say

as summer breezes pass.

2.

And every pearl of summer dew

is like one she perspired

when up to the bright sun we flew

on wings of our desire.

Chorus:

And, oh, the heat of the sun,

it could never burn

with the heat of our passion.

Its flame will always burn on;

our love never turn cold;

our hearts never grow ashen.

3.

I hear the pretty birds that tweet

in branches overhead

and I recall her laughter, sweet

laying on her grassy bed.

4.

And here is where a roses stem

got tangled in her hair

and looking down on each of them

I thought her face more fair.

Chorus:

And, oh, the heat of the sun,

it could never burn

with the heat of our passion.

Its flame will always burn on;

our love never turn cold;

our hearts never grow ashen.