Sam Signaoff Sunny Days Lyrics
Sunny Days by Sam Signaoff
Sunny days coming back again
Bringing glad times and new-found friends
Mid-day showers quench the flowers
Keeps the grass green so we can play
And make love on a sunny day.
No noises around us, not a building for miles
No smokestacks or soot to get in your eyes
The river is running, rushing by me
Soft wind is blowing through the trees
A prettier sound there could never be.
Hey Mister Groundhog, how are you doing
Hey little beaver block up that stream
Look at the robin feeding her young'uns
And the old black bear reaching into a hive
He got his honey but I pity his hide.
Sunny days coming back again
Bringing glad times and new-found friends
Bringing green fields and skies of blue
And all of God's things running and flying around you
Too-doo-doo-do-do too-doo-doo.
Hey Mister Groundhog, how are you doing
Hey little beaver block up that stream
Look at the robin feeding her young'uns
And the old black bear reaching into a hive
He got his honey but I pity his hide
Summertime summertime summertime summertime
Summertime summertime, it's summertime.
Summertime summertime summertime summertime
Summertime summertime, it's summertime.
It's summertime.
Bringing glad times and new-found friends
Mid-day showers quench the flowers
Keeps the grass green so we can play
And make love on a sunny day.
No noises around us, not a building for miles
No smokestacks or soot to get in your eyes
The river is running, rushing by me
Soft wind is blowing through the trees
A prettier sound there could never be.
Hey Mister Groundhog, how are you doing
Hey little beaver block up that stream
Look at the robin feeding her young'uns
And the old black bear reaching into a hive
He got his honey but I pity his hide.
Sunny days coming back again
Bringing glad times and new-found friends
Bringing green fields and skies of blue
And all of God's things running and flying around you
Too-doo-doo-do-do too-doo-doo.
Hey Mister Groundhog, how are you doing
Hey little beaver block up that stream
Look at the robin feeding her young'uns
And the old black bear reaching into a hive
He got his honey but I pity his hide
Summertime summertime summertime summertime
Summertime summertime, it's summertime.
Summertime summertime summertime summertime
Summertime summertime, it's summertime.
It's summertime.