In the Good Old Summertime
There's a time in each year that we always hold dear,
Good Old Summertime.
With the birds and the trees-es and the sweet scented breezes,
Good Old Summertime.
When your days 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 thro'
the shady lanes, with your baby mine.
You hold her and
and she holds yours
And that's a very
good sign
That she's your
tootsy-wootsy
In the good old
summertime.
To swim in the pool, you'd play 'hooky' from school,
Good Old Summertime.
You'd play 'ring-a-rosie' with Jim, Kate and Josie,
Good Old Summertime.
Those 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 Summertime. Chorus