Corn is gettin high And the well is getting low Fields are getting dry Im gonna catch a lizards eye So I got to lay low Playing in the rye La, la, la Summer, summertime, summer Rattle, rattle, rattle grass I hope that you dont bite You can save your venom Let me pass Im headed to the hive La, la, la Summer, summertime, summer Summer, summer baby Find me in the field Follow my trail till the grain is Higher than your ears Bring a soft blanket, baby Lay it down for me And roll me, daddy, daddy Roll me in the wheat Moon is on the rise And the sun is sinking low Swim in a lake at night Im gonna sing With my cricket cicada choir Owl on a wire La, la, la Summer, summertime, summer
la, summer, summertime, rattle, low