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 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. 
 
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