The Summer I Read Collette - Rosanne Cash

That was the summer that followed the spring

The sad anniversary of a thousand old things

I was letting them go The words of Collette and a strange new perfume

The drenching my senses and filling the room

The heat from my body is the light in our eyes

Word is surrender and then we can fly

We were letting it go We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives

The hours taken are all that we’ll get

For five or six hours in the month of July

The summer I read Collette

The time were align and we learnt how to crawl

The bones were prison and memory of old

A word from the past I feel nothing at all

And now I’m letting it go It’s more than survival the lesson I have learnt

When I found salvation quite a surprise

That was the summer that followed the spring

A new way of feeling a million and one things

We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives

The hours taken are all that we’ll get

For five or six hours in the month of July

The summer I read Collette

I found Paris a hundred years late

Calling it sleeping in (…)

My ear to the stone I can hear her sing (…)

I sold my silver to get myself there

To a room with a candle up three flights of stairs

That was the summer I let it all go Filling my body with my heart and soul

We are blinded to the beauty in our own lives

I was taking all I can get

For five or six hours in the month of July

The summer I read Collette