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.