» In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invicible summer !»
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
( De – li – us )
Ooh, he’s a moody old man.
Song of summer in his hand.
Ooh, he’s a moody old man.
…in…in…in his hand.
…in his hand.» Ta, ta-ta . Hmm… Ta, ta-ta ! »
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah,
Delius,
Delius amat.
Syphilus,
Deus,
Genius, ooh.( De – li – us )
To be sung of a summer night on the water.
Ooh, on the water.«Ta, ta-ta!
Hmm.
Ta, ta-ta!
In B, Fenby!»To be sung of a summer night on the water
Ooh, on the water.
On the water.