Sing me a song of the summer time,

Of the sorrel red and the ruby clover,

Where the garrulous bobolinks lilt and chime

Over and over.

Sing me a song of the strawberry-bent,

Of the black-cap hiding the heap of stones,

Of the milkweed drowsy with sultry scent,

Where the bee drones.

Sing me a song of the spring head still,

Of the dewy fern in the solitude,