"Good old summer time" by David Knott

1. David Knott (1968). “My homeland is a land of oyster fishermen and tobacco farmers. Land of crickets and frogs. The Sleep comes to me with a gentle waves. I follow my breath, deep my breath." "In the Good Old Summertime," "To-ra-lura. "

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,

David Knott (1968). “My homeland is a land of oyster fishermen and tobacco farmers. Land of crickets and frogs. The Sleep comes to me with a gentle waves. I follow my breath, deep my breath. ”David Knott (1968). “My homeland is a land of oyster fishermen and tobacco farmers. Land of crickets and frogs. The Sleep comes to me with a gentle waves. I follow my breath, deep my breath. ”

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.