St Martin’s Summer

Don’t look now

My pacifist friends are buying weapons

Now the moment’s fast upon us

To start preparing for new seasons

Get ready for St Martin’s Summer

Don’t look now

The leaves have fallen off the branches

Start migrating north

Start buying new chances

Get ready for St Martin’s Summer

Don’t look now

Those skies are red and the leaves are now ash

They say nature is the new communion needed

no more holy water for mass