Harry Belafonte - Summertime Love lyrics

Many times I've been told by the wise and the old Something good I'm supposed to remember If my first love I'll found in, in the warm of July It'll cool in the, in the nip of September Now they point to the skies To the old and wise And they speak of a chill in the air But I don't care Oh, still I love my summertime love Still I love the kissing and the codding Still I love my summertime love With a heart still summertime true Still I love my summertime love Still I want her walking close beside me Still I love my summertime love Let the seasons change as they do Oh, still I love my summertime love Still I love the kissing and the codding Still I love my summertime love With a heart still summertime true