Summer's Here

Track Number: 
10

While sitting in our van in a parking lot one summer day, I overheard the kids in the back discussing black flies. Our friend Ilsa said, " I've got twenty-four bug bites." It struck me as a wonderful line and something only a kid would come up with. On the spot we began to list the people, places, and things that define summer for each of us. Soon we had a chorus and the beginning of a song. While I was writing the song, John Fitzpatrick, a dear friend of ours and a cherished father and grandfather to his family, died suddenly. We miss his songs, his kindness and his friendship. The last verse of the song is for John, Marge and their family.

Lyrics: 

Word and Music copyright John Farrell , 1998 

Twenty- four bug bite, freckles by the score 
Baseball, soccer, ice cream galore 
Old friends, new friends, strawberry pie 
Summer's here, another year, reach up and 
touch the sky 

Swimming in the ocean, fishing in the pond 
Riding bikes, playing cards, making up a song 
Shooting stars, bumper cars, lemon butterflies 
Summer's here, another year, reach up and touch the sky 

Reach up and touch the sky, reach up 
and touch the sky 
Summer's here, another year, reach up 
and touch the sky 

Swinging in the hammock, climbing up a tree 
Picking wildflowers, running on the beach 
Marshmallow chin, raspberry grins, catching fireflies 
Summer's here, another year reach up and 
touch the sky 

Reading to each other, reading all alone 
Teasing, fighting, talking on the phone 
Hummingbirds, jellyfish, asking how and why 
Summer's here another year reach up and 
touch the sky 

The barbecue is sizzling, the sun is sizzling too 
Running barefoot through the grass, trying 
to find my shoes 
Chocolate chips, melon pits Cygnus shinning bright 
Summer's here, another year, reach up and 
touch the sky 

Supper's on the table, there's always room for more 
Sleeping in the bunk room, playing sibling war 
Writing letters, playing life,watching clouds drift by 
Summer's here another year reach up and 
touch the sky 

Jumping from the hayloft, bonfires neath the moon 
Company's a coming , let's sing a welcome tune 
Acorn , sweet corn, birds begin to fly 
Summer's here, another year, reach up and 
touch the sky 
Rain falls on the garden, green fields turn to gold 
Rainbows decorate the sky, the young renew the old 
Everyone is crying, it's hard to say good-bye 
Summer's here, another year, reach up and 
touch the sky