Fireflies - John Grant

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

In 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…