She was softnShe was unbrokennDressed in the pinknThat she wore as a tokennTo the summernTo the summernnAlways cleannAlways precautiousnShe was the devilnAnd she danced with the rosesnIn the summer...nnShe was rhymenShe was the reasonnI left my lifenFor a sole that was freezingnIn the summer...nnAlways cold, always in endearingnSweet in the woodsnShe was naked and kneelingnIn the summer...nnA thought came downnAnd washed away the hurtnAnd there's always somethingnYou can learnnnA thought came downnAnd washed away the hurtnAnd there's always somethingnYou can learnnnMaybe wrongnWay beyond redemptionnCaught betweennMy desire and intentionnTo protect hernFrom the summer...nnI gave my word i would only teach hernDeep in believingnThat the wisdom would release hernFrom her keepersnAnd the summernnOverwhelmed, primitive emotionsnStruck by the rivernThat was screaming for the oceannIn the summer...nnSilent nownNo-one else beguilingnLost in thew woodsnI will always hear her cryingnIn the summer...nnA thought came downnAnd washed away the hurtnAnd there's always somethingnYou can learnnnA thought came downnAnd it washed away the hurtnAnd there's always somethingnYou can learnnnYou can learnn