Summer put on your golden face
and whisper in the children's ears
- shine upon their dewy souls,
evaporating nightly fears.
Rise and shine, you golden sun,
above tall mountains and wide vallies,
playing peek-a-boo with fish in streams
and old man willow where he bends
this way and that,
almost trapped in his own shadows.
For a little while all the world is young again
and cares are banished far away.
Golden sun - you must be millions of years old
but still you love to frolic and play!