作曲 : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot
One morning, before the leaves began changing 
I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a pitcher; 
This I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust . 
Autumn, then winter, rose up from the sea, and my 
Garden was a garden filled with unbroken snow. 
No flower strained its face to the ice giants' whisper, 
No life coloured the vision of a newborn 
Spring babe. 
My cellar-water dripping into a pail 
And I lifted my piece of summer 
Like a piece of memory or a dream 
Like these, caught on film 
And carried it to the garden floes, 
The wind turning drifting stars to madness. 
Poured forth gracefully, this ctheric tincture 
Lifts winter's coat-of-arms with coaxing aromas and electricity. 
Used with vigilance, a 
Pitcher of 
Summer stirs a memory into swooning, 
And bravely, the flowers of the past will stretch their limbs into the sky 
While snow falls quietly all around.