With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
When your day's work is over
And life is one beautiful rhyme
In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strolling through a shady lane
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good, old summertime
You'd play hooky from school
You'd play "ring-a-rosie"
Those days full of pleasure
When we never thought it a crime
With faces brown as berries
In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strolling through a shady lane
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good, old summertime