There's a time in each year that we always hold dear,
Good old summertime.

With the birds and the trees and sweet scented breeze,
Good old summertime.

When your day's work is over, then you are in clover,
And life is one beautiful rhyme,

No trouble annoying, each one is enjoying
The good old summertime.

In the good old summertime,
In the good old summertime,
Strolling through the shady lanes with that baby of mine

You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that's a very good sign,

That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good old summertime.

Oh to swim in the pool, you'd play "hooky" from school,
Good old summer time

You would play "ring-a-rosie" with Jim, Kate and Josie,
Good old summer time

Those are days full of pleasure we now fondly treasure
When we never thought it a crime

To go stealing cherries with face brown as berries
In good old summer time

In the good old summertime,
In the good old summertime,
Strolling through the shady lanes with that baby of mine

You hold her hand and she holds yours,
And that's a very good sign,

That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good old summertime,

Lyrics by Ren Shields

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