Summertime Love

Summertime Love - Harry Belafonte/Frank Loesser

Many times I've been told by the wise and the old

Something good I'm supposed to remember

If my first love I'll found in in the warm of July

It'll cool in the in the nip of September

Now they point to the skies

To the old and wise

And they speak of a chill in the air

But I don't care

Oh still I love my summertime love

Still I love the kissing and the codding

Still I love my summertime love

With a heart still summertime true

Still I love my summertime love

Still I want her walking close beside me

Still I love my summertime love

Let the seasons change as they do

Oh still I love my summertime love

Still I love the kissing and the codding

Still I love my summertime love

With a heart still summertime true