Full Lyrics
There's a time in each year that we always hold dear, The good old summer time!
In the good old summer time, In the good old summer time,
Strolling thru 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!
The winter comes following fall, after spring comes the best time of all!
