In The Summertime

I’m gonna love you in the summertime*
February’s fine, but we are stuck inside
We’ll lay on a blanket on the hill in the morning light
I’m gonna love you in the summertime
You’ll bring your charcoal pencils and draw the land
I’ll read Thoreau and kiss your blackened hand
We’ll drift and celebrate with a grateful dance
Have silent conversations, and we’ll understand
We’ve had times this winter that I won’t forget
But I can’t wait for the ones that haven’t happened yet
I’m gonna love you in the summertime
We’ll spend all day and night just being outside
The sun makes it feel good just to be alive
I’m gonna love you in the summertime