Big Bill Bissonnette - In the Good Old Summertime lyrics

There's a time each year That we always hold dear Good old summertime With the birds and the trees'es And sweet scented breezes Good old summertime 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 summertime In the good old summertime In the good old summertime Strolling through a shady lane With your baby mine 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 Oh, to swim in the pool You'd play hooky from school Good old summertime You'd play "ring-a-rosie" With Jim, Kate and Josie Good old summertime Those days full of pleasure We now fondly treasure When we never thought it a crime To go stealing cherries With faces brown as berries In good old summertime In the good old summertime In the good old summertime Strolling through a shady lane With your baby mine 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