The Long, Hot Summer - Jimmie Rodgers

The long hot summer

Seems to know every time you’re near.

And the touch of a breeze gently stirs all the trees

And a bird wants to please my ear.

The long hot summer

Seems to know what a flirt you are.

Seems to know your caress isn’t mine to posess,

How could someone posess a star?

But you may long for me, long before the Fall.

Long before the winds announce that winter’s come to call.

And meanwhile I’ll court you, and meanwhile I’ll kiss you.

Meanwhile my lonely arms will hold you strong.

And meanwhile,

The long hot summer slowly moves along.

Oh so slowly moves along.