Roamin' through the countryside

walkin' in the clover . . .

makin' love and playin' in

the warm winds of summer

Back at home when I was young

I could hardly wait . . .

'till Sunday came and my true love

would meet me at the gate

And we'd go . . .

Roamin' through the countryside

walkin' in the clover . . .

makin' love and playin' in

the warm winds of summer

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We'd stop an' pick some daffodils

an' then we'd talk a while . . .

when I'd ask her for a kiss

she'd look at me an' smile

And we'd go . . .

Roamin' through the countryside

walkin' in the clover . . .

makin' love and playin' in

the warm winds of summer!

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Those carefree days have come an' gone

now she is my bride . . .

and every Sunday afternoon

I'd take her by my side

And we'd go . . .

Roamin' through the countryside

walkin' in the clover . . .

makin' love and playin' in

the warm winds of summer!

Roamin' through the countryside

walkin' in the clover . . .

makin' love and playin' in

the warm . . .

winds of summer ( summer, summer! )