After the storm had torn down their houses
After the floods had washed them away
A family of musicians find their instruments
And begin to play
Going down this old staircase you said
How many people in these family photos now are dead
The unravelling is a mystery
You whispered as I combed your hair
And I am calling out your name
Thank god summer is on its way
Did you hear me calling out your name?
To the bright night under the milky way
In the village you hear the adhan
In the distance the break of the waves
Later that evening you know that they
Will all dance when the band starts to play
I lay down my arms I give in
I've loved you from the very beginning
I'll love you until the end
The pine trees whisper and bend
Under the light of a crescent moon
And I am calling out your name
Thank god summer is on its way
Did you hear me calling out your name?
To the bright night under the Milky Way
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