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! )