Summer Circles Lyrics

In English those patterns in the timber are called "growth rings" - an ugly term I always thought.

In Slovakian they are "summer circles" – and they have some beautiful, poetic stories to tell …

On Summer Street

There was a girl I'd meet

She'd take me by the hand

Sweep me off my feet

Her eyes were like oceans

Her room was my world

Sky blue ceiling

An' a cold brown floor

Summer circles, summer circles

Tell your story, tell your story

Summer circles, summer circles

Sing your song of long ago

In the meantime, in the meantime

Whisper of the dreamtime

Whisper the secrets

We all know

On the barrier reef

Can't get no relief

Water's are warming

Coral's getting bleached

The ocean turned to acid

You can see it in the cores

Drilled from the coral

And the deep sea floor

The greatest of trees

Fallen to its knees

A clearing like an island

In a vast green sea

Patterns in the timber

Of summers long past

Greenhouse gases

They're comin' on fast

Well cold' ll kill you quick

But heat' ll kill you slow

Drillin' out samples

from an old ice floe

Counting the carbon

Counting the cost

Oceans are risin'

Paradise lost

Summer circles, summer circles

Tell your story, tell your story

Summer circles, summer circles

Sing your song of long ago

In the meantime, in the meantime

Whisper of the dreamtime

Whisper the secrets

We all know.

Whisper the secrets

We all know.

Whisper the secrets

We all know – shhh...

Mac McKay - vocals, electric guitars

Ľuboš Majer - backing vocals, acoustic guitar

Ján Matúš - bass, drums.

Olly Harmer - piano

Marián Lauko - piano solo