Front:
A Hershey herd in Clover,
Hershey Chocolate Co.,
Hershey, Pa.
Back:
Silver Bell
Beneath the light of a bright starry night
Sang a lonely little Indian maid:
No lover's sweet serenade
Has ever won me!
As in a dream it would seem, down the stream,
Gaily paddling his tiny canoe,
A chieftain longing to wOO,
Sang her this song:
Chorus
Your voice is ringing, my Silver Bell,
Under its spell I've come to tell
You of the love I am bringing
O'er hill and dell.
Happy we'll dwell, my Silver Bell!
For many moons, many spoons, many tunes
Woke the echoes of the still summer night,
As down the stream, gleaming bright
They floated dreaming.
In his canoe only two sat to woo,
And they listened to the sigh of the breeze
That seemed to sing in the trees
This sweet refrain:
VIR
In the Good Old Summer-Time
There's a time in each year
That we always hold dear,
Good old summer-time!
With the birds and the trees,
And the sweet-scented breeze,
Good old summer-time.
When your day's work is over,
Then you are in clover,
And life is one beautiful rhyme,
No trouble annoying,
Each one is enjoying
The good old summer-time.
Chorus
In the good old summer-time,
In the good old summer-time,
Strolling through the shady lanes.
With your baby mine!
You hold her hand and she holds yours,
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good old summer-time.
To swim in the pool
You'd play "hookey" from school,
Good old summer-time !
You'd play "ring-a-rosy
With Jim, Kate and Josie,
Good old summer-time.
Those days full of pleasure
We now fondly treasure,
When we never thought it a
stealing cherries.
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