It was a long wet year But she looked for summer Grown weary waiting for the sun She saw the sodden fledglings fasten to the trees And corn lie flat in fields Each of her seven years Had summers to remember Long afternoons in waterfalls Journeys over Minches, scrambles over hills And nights spent out of doors But March stayed around till June And April passed unnoticed July hurried in grey holidays Wellingtons and raincoats, friends would call around And play at winter games Clouds stirred around by wind And the sun was braving showers She got to run in summer sun She never bared her body, never shed a tear All paths are lost in me No chance of summer now She saw the geese returning Fieldfares are in the swallow skies Not a lot of sense in hurrying from school When all the light is done It was a long wet year