A song about summer romance, 1915.
words by Bert Kalmar, music by Harry Tierney
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- The cold, cold winter has gone
It passed away, Hurray!
And now the summer is on
It’s time to play, Hurray!
Boys get together and chose your mate
Now’s the time to get them
They all want love in the summertime
Your chances then are great
Chorus
If you can’t get a girl in the summertime
You’ll never get a girl at all
Peaches are ripe in the summertime
And that’s the time they fall
At the beaches there’s a raft of them
Lovely peaches, go right after them
You’ll hear the wild waves saying
Go get them, go pet them
Don’t miss a kiss in the summer time
Or you’ll never kiss a Miss in the Fall
And if you can’t get a girl in the summertime
You’ll never get a girl at all
- Just look ’em straight in the eye
Then heave a sigh, Oh my!
And tip your hat to the sky
Another sigh, Oh my!
She’ll smile a little bit acting shy
When she does it’s over
Don’t waste your time in the summertime
‘Cause summer soon goes by
Sung here by Fred Feild: