Summertime
I left you over by the wishin' well
Wandering, wondering if these trees could tell
Summertime
I'll make you mine
'Cause I need
Healin' for a hollow wound
With room for two
If the garden's your daylight
Then I'll work the field
Fielding the ripeness of this stubborn will
Summertime
I'll make you mine
'Cause I need
Healin' for a hollow wound
With room for two
I will sing as your canary bird
Take my soul and bury it in the earth
I will sing as your canary bird
Oh yes I will
Yes I will
I left you over by the wishin' well
Wandering, wondering if these trees could tell
Writer/s: P. JOHNSON
