I yearn for the lazy days of summer,
When all is quiet and slow;
When children all go swimming,
In a creek where the waters flow.
The hot days slow down life,
We lay around much more;
We only want to work,
To keep the wolf from the door.
The lazy days of summer,
Are for picnics in the park;
For roasting weiners and marshmallows,
Catching fireflies in the dark.
The lazy days of summer,
Are for fishing on the lake;
Tales of whoppers that got away,
Are told for excitement's sake.
The lazy days of summer
Can't get here soon enough;
The cold and the snow we face,
Make imagining pretty rough.
