When summer comes I’ll steal away
And find the land of shining day;
I’ll rest beside the singing streams
And make myself a house of dreams.

I’ll build myself a palace fair
Of silver dew and golden air;
I’ll hang it all with rainbows bright
And dwell within it day and night.

The west wind will my playmate be,
And all the stars will sing to me,
And gleaming sun and falling rain
Will make my spirit young again.