Won’t ya, won’t ya, won’t ya come on
chickadee sing me, sing me, sing that song.
River, river, river run on.
I’m sleepin in the sun
on a summertime bank.
Stone skipped 33 (your age) times then sank.
I’m learnin how to whistle and I’m sayin’ my thanks
to the rolling hills of home.
Starry, starry, starry nite.
Bullfrog croaking to its own delight.
I wish I may. I think I might.
Sleepin’ in the moon
on a summertime bank.
I had a masterpiece dream
now I’m drawing a blank.
Maybe that’s it. I cupped water and drank
to the rolling hills of home.
Time flies and fire flies
when you’re having fun.
My line is in the water
and I’m sleepin in the sun
on a summertime bank.
I’m in heaven I think.
Then I whistled as the sun sank
into the rolling hills of home.