In the Good Old Summer Time by Haydn Quartet Lyrics
There's a time in 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 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 summer time
In the good old summer time
In the good old summer time
Strolling thro' the shady lanes
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 summer time
To swim in the pool
You'd play "hooky" from school
Good old summer time;
You'd 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 go stealing cherries
With face brown as berries
Good old summer time
In the good old summer time
In the good old summer time
Strolling thro' the shady lanes
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 summer time
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 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 summer time
In the good old summer time
In the good old summer time
Strolling thro' the shady lanes
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 summer time
To swim in the pool
You'd play "hooky" from school
Good old summer time;
You'd 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 go stealing cherries
With face brown as berries
Good old summer time
In the good old summer time
In the good old summer time
Strolling thro' the shady lanes
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 summer time