Home Made Ice Cream Joe Dassin

Summer nights…
And the living is high
And wouldn't you know it
There's big old full moon
Rising up in the sky

And you know it's right
The perfect night
For homemade ice-cream…

I can see those lightning buzz
And the river flow
There's an old harmonica
Playing soft and low

And folks back home
Out on the front porch
Eating homemade ice-cream…

But it's a shame
That it's only in my mind…
'Cause I'm stuck up here
In the city
Don't you know it's a pity
I'm grounded in
Making homemade ice-cream