“The fields are full of flowers,
The sun is burning gold,
Come run with me, come be my love
Before the night comes cold —“
”My love, I have a different plan:
For days and nights of toil
Can lead us to a better life,
And you to better soil.”
But days and nights gave way to weeks.
Now months and years have passed,
With each new job another score
He swears will be his last —
He loved her, just as she loved him.
But now he just can’t quit:
For I believe that summer knows
What winter won’t