Lyrics
(Alfred S. Gatty, publ. 1918)
1. No more frosts and no more snows,
No chilblains* on one’s toes.
No more red ends to one’s nose,
For summer is coming!
2. How I love you, muddy lane,
How I love you, dirt and rain!
Oh, for one good splash again,
But summer is coming!
3. Sad regrets within me rise,
Tears gush out from both my eyes,
Thinking of you, sweet mud pies!
But summer is coming.
*Optional: change lyric to “coldness” or “frostbite”
See also
- Subject: summer
- Harmony: chords I, IV, V
- Meter: 4
- Scale: major
- Source: The Child’s Own Music Book, Wier, 1918
- PDF of song with chords
- MIDI file
- Listen to the melody
