Verse 1: There's a time in each year that we always hold dear,
Good old summer time;
With the birds and the treeses and sweet scented breezes,
Good old summer time;
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 summer time.

Chorus: In the good old summer time, in the good old summer time,
Strolling thro' the shady lanes, 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 summer time.

Verse 2: To swim in the pool, you'd play "hooky" from school,
Good old summer time;
You'd play "ring-a-ros-ie" with Jim, Kate and Josie,
Good old summer time;
Those days full of pleasure we now fondly treasure,
When we never thought it a crime,
To go stealing cherries, with face brown as berries,
Good old summer time.

Chorus: In the good old summer time, in the good old summer time,
Strolling thro' the shady lanes, 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 summer time.