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 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 momma callin'

Winter come to us all my friend

Just as every childhood has an end