Lying in a 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 gray
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 bar way
Fill our pockets up with pecan 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 mama callin'
Winter come to us, all my friend
Just as every childhood has an end
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