Over at the lake and down by the river You can feel it start to rise Wanna jump in my car, go wherever you are ‘Cause I need you by my side It’s gonna be a long, hot summer, we should be together With your feet up on the dashboard now Singing along with the radio, it’s such a beautiful sound And whe…
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Summertime, and the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin' So hush little baby, Don't you cry
There's a wild, wild whisper Blowin' in the wind Callin' out my name like a long lost friend Oh I miss those days as the years go by Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime And American honey
Summer fattened everybody up.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
I didn't know I’d fallen in love with him, though of course I had, didn’t begin to know it until I sat next to him, smoking a cigarette on the back steps of my apartment on that cloudy day in August just before the rains came.
There's nothing more to the story. When we met he looked like forever & I swore I'd love him slow as summer. It's been August ever since.
At the beach, life is different. Time doesn't go hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides, and follow the sun.
You have the scent of saltwater during the day from the humidity in the air and the fragrance of expensive perfumes and colognes that cling to my skin and my clothes, and I find your smell lingering everywhere I go.
I crave the freedom that comes With the sun’s drunken glare And the sharpness Of salt water. In summer, I am reborn.
There is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore, no matter how many times it is sent away.
Ah, the smell of salt and sad. There is no elixir on this blessed earth like it.
A good swimming pool could do that — make the rest of the world seem impossibly insignificant, as far away as the surface of the moon.
I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things th…
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green…
I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.
At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.
Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil.
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.