[00:30.31]When summer returns to its warm green fields[00:37.63]The sun fading, pastel in the breeze[00:45.33]The swallow swooping, migrating home[01:00.20]The dawning days morning with a sigh[01:07.91]Opening windows with a wounding cry[01:15.16]The rainbow's lost its dreams of gold[01:21.56]And everything slows[01:45.39]When summer returns to its warm green fields[01:52.87]The sun fading, pastel in the breeze[02:00.34]The swallow swooping, migrating home[02:06.58]And everything slows[02:38.02]The floating vacuum draws you in[02:53.00]Strange visions are loose on white stallions[03:08.04]A wall of sound with flutes and strings[03:15.61]Rising on a wave of voices[03:23.03]Surrounded by your humble faith[03:30.70]Morning's there to wake us in time[03:36.25]Rain and sky[03:45.42]The world is breathing, living, but turning in its rage[04:00.62]When summer returns to its warm green fields[04:07.23]Everything slows[04:11.72]The sun fading, pastel in the breeze[04:18.45]Everything slows[04:23.13]The swallow swooping, migrating home[04:29.73]Everything slows[04:34.40]The swallow swooping, migrating home