In summertime The stars will shine The church bells always ring true The ocean tide belongs to the moon And the nighttime belongs to you The trees will grow The streams will flow The mockingbird sings a tune The sun belongs to the hot afternoon And the nighttime belongs to you The fox is out He roams about The squirrels climb high for a view The forest belongs to the rambling raccoon And the nighttime belongs to you The bees will buzz The river floods Grandmother’s flowers are in bloom Old Man Winter belongs in his tomb And the nighttime belongs to you In wintertime, My friends will hide Away while the snow pa**es through We’ll meet again, come April or June When the nighttime belongs to you The nighttime belongs to you