When I was younger than now I am, I liked swimming, so I swam,
The townside of old Cinnamon Lane, tarmac broken from sun,
Up the grass came, up willow I would climb to the top,
Hang and watch the water drop, from my feet to the river below,
Young strength finally waned, then I followed,
I love that glow and now I know:
Summer`s in bloom, Summer`s in bloom,
Light her up, let her fill the room,
Speak no lie, Summer`s in bloom,
Summer`s in bloom, light her up, let her fill the room.
Off to mugdley about the years end, I shout up: let`s have a swim!
I expect all my friends to say no, they agree so in we go!
I got a stinging nettle rash for it, but I`m so very happy that I did,
I never ever ask why, I don`t care why, I just know that:
Summer`s in bloom, Summer`s in bloom,
Light her up, let her fill the room,
Speak no lie, Summer`s in bloom,
Summer`s in bloom, light her up, let her fill the room.
When I was younger than now I am, I liked swimming, so I swam,
The townside of old Cinnamon Lane, tarmac broken from sun, up the grass came.
The winter evening that I came home, found out that my girl had gone!
My father`s eye told of a place that he`d been,
Strong women play their own tune.
Summer`s in bloom, Summer`s in bloom,
Light her up, let her fill the room,
Speak no lie, Summer`s in bloom,
Summer`s in bloom, light her up, let her fill the room.