[Verse 1]
Many times, I've been told, by the wise and the old
Something good I'm supposed to remember
If my first love I'll found in, in the warm of July
It'll cool in the, in the nip of September
[Verse 2]
Now they point to the skies
To the old and wise
And they speak of a chill in the air
But I don't care
[Chorus]
Oh, still I love my summertime love
Still I love the kissing and the codding
Still I love my summertime love
With a heart still summertime true
Still I love my summertime love
Still I want her walking close beside me
Still I love my summertime love
Let the seasons change as they do
[Outro]
Oh, still I love my summertime love
Still I love the kissing and the codding
Still I love my summertime love
With a heart still summertime true
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