The End of the Summer

A house is made of mortar and wood
 Yet sinks in the mud to decay
 A house becomes a ghost in the heart
 Of those who have gone far away
 A town is born of silver and stone
 And beaten to sand by the tide
 A town becomes a mark on the soul
 Of those who will cross that divide
 Come unto me, we'll lie in the grass
 We won't be ashamed, summer will pass
 Felling a tree to hide from the wild
 Weaving the reeds to cover our child
 Save me, the ghost in my heart
 Save me, the mark on my soul
 Save me, the end of the summer
 Save me, I'm not feeling whole
 A clan is made of marriage and blood
 The journey is our only prize
 And if a clan is rent into two
 You still have her lips and his eyes
 Save me, the ghost in my heart
 Save me, the mark on my soul
 Save me, the end of the summer
 Save me, I'm not feeling whole
 This place is made of water and rock
 Yet burns in the pyre of the stars
 My love for you is stronger than that
 I'll find you wherever you are
 A house is made of wood
 The town is born of stone
 A clan is made of blood