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

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 the good old summer time