Lyrics:

Corn is gettin' high and the well is gettin' low
Fields are getting dry
I'm gonna catch a lizard's eye, so I got to lay low
Playing in the rye

Summer, summertime
Summer, summertime
Summer, summertime
Summer
Rattle, rattle, rattle grass, I hope that you don't bite
You can save your venom
Let me pass
I'm headed to the hive

Summer, summertime
Summer, summertime
Summer, summertime
Summer, summer, baby
Find me in the field
Follow my trail 'til the grain is
Higher than your ears
Bring a soft blanket, baby
Lay it down for me
And roll me, daddy, daddy
Roll me in the wheat

Moon is on the rise and the sun is sinking low
Swim in a lake at night
I'm gonna sing with my cricket cicada choir
Owl on a wire

Summer, summertime
Summer, summertime
Summer, summertime
Summer