Come Summertime

Summertime, summertime
Hang my clothes out on the line
Tell all my friends that I’ll be fine
Come summertime

Summertime I start to dream
Of shiny fish in a shady stream
And a long cat nap in the quiet breeze
Come summertime

Summertime, summertime
Hang my clothes out on the line
Tell all my friends that I’ll be fine
Come summertime

Far away in a land of snow
Sits a cold little Eskimo
He stares into the fires glow
And says great spirit you’ve blessed my soul
With summertime, summertime
Come summertime, summertime

© 2004 Jason Wilber/Everyday Rain Music (BMI)

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