If you go looking down in the summer
To the village at the bottom of the well;
You'll find nice things and butterflies' wings
And policemen's hats as well.
The girlies there won't hurt,
Because they're also very nice;
There's cats and dogs and bats and frogs
And little pink sugar mais.

So come along and sing of summer;
Sing of summer coming on.
Come along and sing of summer,
Summer's coming on.
Summer's coming on.

And won't you wear your silly trousers
And your funny-feathered hat;
To come home running down the road,
Follow a Cheshire cat.
Your friends they will all be there
And they will all be taking tea;
So come on laughing down the road,
Come on follow me:

Come along and sing of summer;
Sing of summer coming on.
Come along and sing of summer,
Summer's coming on.
Summer's coming on.

Won't you leave behind your city shoes
And lose your bowler hat;
Forget about your winter woes
And wipe your eyes on the mat.
Won't you leave the green wallpaper
And the clock upon the wall;
And lock your doors up one by one,
Come running down the hall:

Come along and sing of summer;
Sing of summer coming on.
Come along and sing of summer,
Summer's coming on.
Summer's coming on.

And if you go looking down in the summer
To the village at the bottom of the well;
You'll find nice things and butterflies' wings
And policemen's hats as well.
The ladies there won't hurt
Because they're also very nice;
There's cats and dogs and bats and frogs
And little pink sugar mais.

So come along and sing of summer;
Sing of summer coming on.
Come along and sing of summer,
Summer's coming on;
Summer's coming on;
Summer is a coming on...