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