Summers Cauldron

Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron 

Under mats of flower lava 

Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go 

Breathing in the boiling butter 

Fruit of sweating golden Inca 

Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow 



When Miss Moon lays down 

And Sir Sun stands up 

Me I'm found floating round and round 

Like a bug in brandy 

In this big bronze cup 

Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron 



Trees are dancing drunk with nectar 

Grass is waving underwater 

Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go 

Insect bomber Buddhist droning 

Copper chord of August's organ 

Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow 



When Miss Moon lays down 

in her hilltop bed 

And Sir Sun stands up 

raise his regal head 

Me I'm found floating round and round 

Like a bug in brandy 

In this big bronze cup 

Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron