Summerwine

Merry ride down the isle of summertime, I said to the willow outside my window I asked you when the cherry blossoms will Bloom outside my schoolyard Garden again You gave me eighty cents for old ice cream, “Not the blocky kind, you teeth will burn” When you are still drinking that Summer Wine Merry cruise down the road of summertime Watermelon Hawkers down Long Wind Road The ice cream man constantly drunk on heat, The earthworms, gold leaves, and that Summer Wine I asked you When will the cherry blossoms bloom again How can I run, a little faster, to the Isle of Summertime