It used to happen every year. I would take my vacation in
late summer, weeks before the Labor Day weekend and when I went back to work,
the air seemed to be cooling off, the sun didn’t shine like it did before Labor
Day and the traffic and suit I wore didn’t seem loose anymore.
There's a time in each year
That we always hold dear,
Good old summer time;
With the birds and the treeses
And sweet-scented breezes,
Good old summer time.
When your day's work is over
Then you are in clover,
And life is one beautiful rhyme,
No trouble annoying
Each one is enjoying,
The good old summer time.
That we always hold dear,
Good old summer time;
With the birds and the treeses
And sweet-scented breezes,
Good old summer time.
When your day's work is over
Then you are in clover,
And life is one beautiful rhyme,
No trouble annoying
Each one is enjoying,
The good old summer time.
I can remember sitting in the traffic, it seemed that first
day back, everyone was heading to work including the summer residents from out
east, who lived in the Hamptons, all going west with the regular commuters. For
myself it was always apprehension, what was waiting for me when I opened my office
door and saw all the inter-office mail, the e-mails that collected on my
computer, and who I would yell at for screwing up something they shouldn’t
have.
In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
Strolling thro' the shady lanes,
With your baby mine;
You hold her hand and she holds yours,
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey wootsey
In the good old summer time.
Then there was the scheduling, the meetings that I needed to
attend, the updates and catching up I needed to do.
I would vow that it was my last vacation, no more since I would need a vacation
from the return to work!
To swim in the pool,
You'd play "hooky" from school,
Good old summer time;
You'd play "ring-a-rosie"
With Jim, Kate and Josie,
Good old summer time,
Those days full of pleasure
We now fondly treasure,
When we never thought it a crime,
To go stealing cherries,
With face brown as berries,
Good old summer time.
To swim in the pool,
You'd play "hooky" from school,
Good old summer time;
You'd play "ring-a-rosie"
With Jim, Kate and Josie,
Good old summer time,
Those days full of pleasure
We now fondly treasure,
When we never thought it a crime,
To go stealing cherries,
With face brown as berries,
Good old summer time.
Of course, if I went away, say out of the country or to a
distant place to vacation, I would still be hearing the sounds and pleasure of
the time away, giving me a sadness knowing that the real world lay at my feet
once again, and I had to face it.
In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
Strolling thro' the shady lanes,
With your baby mine;
You hold her hand and she holds yours,
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey wootsey
In the good old summer time.
In the good old summer time,
Strolling thro' the shady lanes,
With your baby mine;
You hold her hand and she holds yours,
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey wootsey
In the good old summer time.
So farewell once again to summer, but this time I don’t feel
bad, I will go enjoy the autumn air and when I feel like it, take a nap, maybe
around 1:30 PM, when they used to schedule meetings on me and I had to attend,
dreaming about a nice nap after lunch.
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