Lying in the meadow greenDangling legs in a mountain streamFrom the limb we could jump right inAgain and again and again and again
Up in the orchard on the hillSat right down and had our fillAnd though the clouds are touched with greyWe know no rain will fall today
So let's take the long way homeAnd circle round the standing stonethrough the fields and the old barwayWe fill our pockets up with pecan along the way
All along the railroad trackSlip off that rail, break your backHear the sound of the croaking toadThe sun so round, and red, and low
Summertime, summertimeSummertime must yield to fallAnd that's what hurts me most of all
Summertime, summertime
said goodbye at the garden wall
From the house I can hear my momma callin'
Winter come to us all my friend
Just as every childhood has an end
said goodbye at the garden wall
From the house I can hear my momma callin'
Winter come to us all my friend
Just as every childhood has an end
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