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 pecans 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