Lying in the meadow green
Dangling legs in a mountain stream
From the limb, we could jump right in
Again and again and again and again
Up in the orchard on the hill
Sat right down and had our fill
And though the clouds are touched with grey
We know no rain will fall today
So let's take the long way home
And circle 'round the standing stone
Through the fields and the old barway
We fill our pockets up with pecans along the way
All along the railroad track
Slip off that rail, break your back
Hear the sound of the croaking toad
The Sun so round and red and low
Summertime, summertime
Summertime must yield to fall
And 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
