Somehow Van Morrison got it oh so right on this August afternoon. Overwhelmed by a messy kitchen, but then you remember these days will never be the same. And that messy kitchen is full of sustenance and love from a harvest with friends. And that baby is easily lulled to sleep by the sounds of 70s rock. These are the days of the endless summer These are the days, the time is now There is no past, there's only future There's only here, there's only now Oh your smiling face, your gracious presence The fires of spring are kindling bright Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory Crying freedom into night These are the days by the sparkling river His timely grace and our treasured find This is the love of the one magician Turned the water into wine These are days of the endless dancing And the long walks on the summer night These are the days of the true romancing When I'm holding you, oh, so tight