Summer's Here
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.
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