Words by Burnett Tower; Music by Will T. Pierson
Summer is the time of year when love is at its height,
'Tis fun to take a quiet trip upon the lake at night,
And with the one you love the most you saunter 'round all day,
And just before you bid goodbye, these words you softly say:
Come with me tonight and go canoeing,
We will have a jolly little cruise;
You can me the master of the craft, dear,
And do anything you choose,
Love will be the only thing we'll think of,
As we drift delightfully along;
I will sing a song of love to you, dear,
You must join the chorus good and strong.
In the morn you go to swim and sit upon the sand,
In afternoon it's rowing, or perhaps to hear the band.
But evening is the joy-time when the moons shines bright above,
Just take her little hand in yours, and sing this song of love.
Come with me tonight and go canoeing,
We will have a jolly little cruise;
You can me the master of the craft, dear,
And do anything you choose,
Love will be the only thing we'll think of,
As we drift delightfully along;
I will sing a song of love to you, dear,
You must join the chorus good and strong.