Summertime oh summertime
Come right in, come right in.
Bring us your flowers
In the hedgerows and the bowers
A skylark singing in the park
Moonbeams aglow after dark.
Summer you inspire
Young love's sweet desire
Flames rising higher and higher.
We're having a heatwave at last.
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