The fresh cut grass, that summer scent br That smell of summer, Heaven sent br I used to squeeze it in my fingers br Shreds of green, its smell still lingers. br The whirring blades just spinning round br As bales of grass grew on the ground br I'd scoop it up and throw it high br Then take a dive and then just lie, br Or dive right into all that green br And like a magnet, stuck between br Every hair and every pore, br In all the clothes I ever wore br Would smell of grass and I somehow br Still find wee bits, yes, even now.