draught of sunshine by carly howard (based on the poem by John Keats)

On the green of the hill

We drink our fill of golden sunshine

Till our brains intertwine

Temper my lonely hours

And this draught of sunshine

When the soul is fled too high above our head

Afraid will we gaze after it’s airy maze

I am tiring, you are tiring

And we’re too young for these worries and this crying

And you shake me like salt over food

There’s too much and it’s too soon and that’s too good

When the soul is fled too high above our head

Afraid will we gaze after it’s airy maze

Too earthly you are for my sport

We are handed to the Eagle’s claws when we’re born

The mother is wild over her infant child

Our faces too were once heavenly and mild

But you bear me along though the sights I scarce can bear

There’s only so much that we’ll ever learn to share

Because I am tiring and you are tiring

And we’re too young for these worries and this crying 

And you shake me like salt over food

There’s too much and it’s too soon and that’s too good

When the soul is fled too high above our head

Afraid will we gaze after it’s airy maze