the shade of this old tree, in the summer of my dreams,
By the tall grass, by the wild rose, where the trees dance as the wind blows,
As the days go oh so slowly, as the sun shines oh so holy on the good and gracious green,
In the summer of my dreams.
By the banks of this old stream, in the summer of my dreams,
By the deep pool where the fish wait for the old fool with the wrong bait,
There's a field of purple clover, there's a small cloud passing over, and the rain comes washing clean,
On the summer of my dreams.
See the raindrops, on the grass now, just like diamonds lying there.
By the old road, where I pass now, there's a twilight in the air.
And as the sun sets down before me, I see my true love waiting for me, standing by the back porch screen,
In the summer of my dreams.
In the shade of this old tree, in the summer of my dreams,
By the tall grass, by the wild rose, where the trees dance as the wind blow,
As the days go oh so slowly, as the sun shines oh so holy, on the good and gracious green,
In the summer of my dreams,
In the summer of my dreams
