Summertime Dream
Where the road runs down but the butternut grove to old Bill Skinner's stream,
do tell at the noonday bell, it's time for a summertime dream.
In a lunch pail town in a one-horse way, you can live like a king and queen.
Let's steal away in the noonday sun, it's time for a summertime dream.
Birds in all creation will be twittering in the trees
and down below's a pond I know, you can swim in it if you please,
and if you come round when the mill shuts down, you can see what chivalry means.
Let's steal away in the noonday sun, it's time for a summertime dream.
On a trip on down to wonderland in love among the flowers
where time gets lost with no straw boss tallying up the hours,
where the road runs down by the butternut grove to old Bill Skinner's stream,
do tell at the noonday bell, it's time for a summertime dream.
Birds in all creation will be twittering in the trees
and down below's a pond I know, you can swim in it if you please,
and if you come round when the mill shuts down, you can see what chivalry means.
Let's steal away in the noonday sun, it's time for a summertime dream.
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