In the Good Old Summertime

There's a time each year That we always hold dear, Good old summer time; With the birds and the trees'es And sweet scented breezes, Good old summer time, When you 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 summer time.

In the good old summertime, In the good old summertime, Strolling thru' a shady lane With your baby mine. You hold her hand and she holds yours, And that's a very good sign That she's your tootsie wootsie In the good, old summertime.

To swim in the pool, You's play "hooky" from school Good old summer time; You play "ring-a rosie" With Jim, Kate and Josie, Good old summer time, Those days full of pleasure We now fondly treasure, When we never thought it a crime To stealing cherries, With faces brown as berries, Good old summer time.

In the good old summertime, In the good old summertime, Strolling thru' a shady lane With your baby mine. You hold her hand and she holds yours, And that's a very good sign That she's your tootsie wootsie In the good, old summertime.