Wenatchee -

Summer days are here to stay

Winter lost itself in yesterday

And I don’t know

If it will ever be back again

I don’t know, I don’t know

But darling until then

We’ll dance on the golden hills

Paint pictures in the sky

Wash our dreams in silver streams

And hang them out to dry

On the apple trees.

Worn out boots and mandolins

Fishing poles and bottles of gin

Out in the woods we see

An angel flying in

She singing, she’s singing

C’mon take my hand

And we’ll dance on the golden hills

Paint pictures in the sky

Wash our dreams in silver streams

And hang them out to dry

On the apple trees.

There ain’t no use in being lonely

No use in being sad

When the sun shines on your shoulders

Can it really be that bad

In your smile is all July

And I see August in your eyes

When evening comes

We’ll lay out in your back yard

Hand held in hand

Looking at the stars

That’s the way of a summer day

And summer never dies

Till they lay us in the ground

We’ll be here side by side

We’ll dance on the golden hills

Paint pictures in the sky

Wash our dreams in silver streams

And hang them out to dry

On the apple trees.