Sing of summer weather
Wind and sky together,
Clover-top and berry-bloom,
And haycocks in the sun;
All the forest places
Spread with shaded laces,
Oh, I breathe a sorry sigh
When summer time is done!
Fleets of clouds are floating
On the sky a-boating;
Meadow birds are flying past,
With wings of red and blue.
All my heart keeps saying,
As I go a-playing:
“Summer-time, ’tis summer-time,
The world is all for you!”