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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

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