Fireflies

On a summer night, 1975 Maybe earlier, now I don't remember She catches fireflies at the ice cream social And oh We watch them take flight He is coming now with the rake on fire He destroys the nest of the wasps up high We are standing there with the fire in our eyes And oh We don't know what we're seeing At the cemetery back beyond our house There's a grave with pictures, one of him, one of her I can smell the flowers, they died long ago And oh How I long for you...