Summertime, 1917 Songtext
von Wildernesses

Reverberate
Mum′s life, been and gone

Think I'll renovate it
Pictures boxed, stripped the walls

I′m in the grief game
Think I need therapy, I
Swung a hammer, I
Made a void in the wall

Arm's length, grasped a silver box
Inscribed Summertime,1917

When I opened it I froze
Brushed the brick dust off

The love and war game
I sat and read letters sent back and forth

George says
'If we make make it home alive we
Still can′t be what we want

How can I take a man′s life
But I can't lay by his side?′


Paul writes back
'I adore you, but you′re right
Our summer dies in 1917'

The passage of time
History looming
The back end of May
Blossom was falling
And you slipped from the present tense

Riding the grief
Shaking the doubt
You had it right
Lessons I learnt before
I could call it something else

The passage of time
History looming
The back end of May
When the blossom was falling
And you slipped from the present tense

Riding the grief
Shaking the doubt
You had it right
The feelings I′ve learnt before


I could call it something else
And I think about how it must have been
That summertime, oh in nineteen seventeen
That summer back, oh in nineteen, nineteen seventeen