In the Good Old Summertime The Osmonds

There’s a time of the year
That we all hold dear
Good old summertime
(Summertime)
With the birds and the bees’s
And flowering trees’s
Good old summertime
(Summertime)

How I love that summertime
That good old summertime
Strolling through the shady lane
With your baby mine

You hold her hand
And she holds yours
That’s a very good sign
That she will be your tootsie
In the good old summertime

How I love the time of year
When all the flowers appear
And in the good old summertime
The birds are always singing
How I love them singing
In the good old summertime