| Song | August |
| Artist | Anúna |
| Album | Behind The Closed Eye |
| She'll come at dusky first of day, | |
| White over yellow harvest's song. | |
| Upon her dewy rainbow way | |
| She shall be beautiful and strong. | |
| The lidless eye of noon shall spray | |
| Tan on her ankles in the hay, | |
| Shall kiss her brown the whole day long. | |
| I'll know her in the windows, tall | |
| Above the crickets in the hay. | |
| I'll know her when her odd eyes fall, | |
| One May-blue one November-grey. | |
| I'll watch her down the red barn wall | |
| Take down her rusty scythe, and call, | |
| And I will follow her away. |