Poetry Train, Late night Edition-Synergy

I had another selection planned, then Bond went and put up a 10,000 Maniacs song on his blog today. And that song got me thinking about how much I enjoyed them growing up. Then, I did a search and found a Stockton Gala Days video. While they had stronger songs, better written songs, or more popular songs, this one always stuck with me. As, always, Rhian is the keeper of the Poetry Train flame.

Stockton Gala Days by 10,000 Maniacs

That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy.
Wild apple blossoms everywhere.
Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as warm as you.

How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need,
you'll never, you'll never know.

That summer fields grow high.
We made garland crowns in hiding, pulled stems of flowers from my hair.
Blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as bold as you.

How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need,
you'll never, you'll never know.
You'll never know.

Violet serene like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as warm as you.

How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need.
You'll never, you'll never know.
You'll never know.

That summer fields grow high.
We had wildflower fever. We had to lay down where they grow.
How I've learned to hide, how I've locked inside, you'd be surprised if shown.
But you'll never, you'll never know