From the hot to cold, spring to the fall
You and I was meant to be together in love
Something 'bout a wound down in my soul
Something on my mind, easy be told
Three steps, three steps behind these two hands
These two hands of mine
You've got that one thing that can make a man blind
And grow in my past fame
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
From the hot to cold, spring to the fall
You and I was meant to be together in love
Something 'bout a wound down in my soul
Something on my mind easy be told
Just three steps, three steps behind these two hands
These two hands of mine
You've got that one thing that can make a man blind
And you grow in my past fame
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
Citizen Cope - Summertime Lyrics
Citizen Cope - Summertime Lyrics
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From the hot to cold, spring to the fall
You and I was meant to be together in love
Something 'bout a wound down in my soul
Something on my mind, easy be told
Three steps, three steps behind these two hands
These two hands of mine
You've got that one thing that can make a man blind
And grow in my past fame
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
From the hot to cold, spring to the fall
You and I was meant to be together in love
Something 'bout a wound down in my soul
Something on my mind easy be told
Just three steps, three steps behind these two hands
These two hands of mine
You've got that one thing that can make a man blind
And you grow in my past fame
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
You and I was meant to be together in love
Something 'bout a wound down in my soul
Something on my mind, easy be told
Three steps, three steps behind these two hands
These two hands of mine
You've got that one thing that can make a man blind
And grow in my past fame
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
From the hot to cold, spring to the fall
You and I was meant to be together in love
Something 'bout a wound down in my soul
Something on my mind easy be told
Just three steps, three steps behind these two hands
These two hands of mine
You've got that one thing that can make a man blind
And you grow in my past fame
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
In the summertime, in the wintertime
You talk to us, you talk to us
Writer: MICHAEL GREENWALD, MICHAEL NEPO
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Citizen Cope
Language: English
Length: 4:51
Written by: MICHAEL GREENWALD, MICHAEL NEPO