There's a time in each year that we always hold dear,

Good old summertime.

With the birds and the trees and sweet scented breezes, 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.

Chorus:

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