When flowers blossom and the strawberries are ripe,
That is a sign summer is here.
That is the time love runs wild,
That is the time we lose our heart.
Walking on a moonlit night,
Walking and holding hands,
Then slip my arm around her waist,
Hug her tight and kiss her ear.
Yes, oh me oh my, summertime does,
So crazy it seems to me make.
As with my love, I walk on clouds,
And when it rains I never get wet.
The passions of youth, that burning desire
That summer brings each year to me,
That makes us bill and coo,
And I to say, "Dear, I do love you".