Here’s to the summer and to love
A line at least is here at last
Along it came to make sense of the summer I see
You’re not there again
A line at least is here at last
Along it came to make sense of the summer I see
You’re not there again
I once had a conversation in a pub in Darwin, in the Northern Territory of Australia, during which I was threatened with a beating and told that the indigenous people were happier and better off before they had the vote and were paid in money.