(Kendall Hayes)      When I was young back on the farm   I could hardly wait   Till Sunday came and my true love would meet me   By the gate.      And we'd go roamin' through the countryside   Walkin' in the clover   Making love and playing games   To warm winds of summer.      Roamin' through the countryside   Walkin' in the clover   Making love and playing games   To warm winds of summer.      We'd stop and pick the daffodills   When we talked awhile   And when I asked her for a kiss   She'd look at me and smiled.      And we'd go roamin' through the countryside   Walkin' in the clover   Making love and playing games   To warm winds of summer.      Roamin' through the countryside   Walkin' in the clover   Making love and playing games   To warm winds of summer.      When the sun was sinking low   We'd leave the fields behind   To think about another day   For it was summer time.      And we'd go roamin' through the countryside   Walkin' in the clover   Making love and playing games   To warm winds of summer.      Roamin' through the countryside   Walkin' in the clover   Making love and playing games   To warm winds of summer.      Those carefree days have come and gone   And now she is my bride   And every Suday afternoon   I take her by my side.      And we go roamin' through the countryside   Walkin' in the clover   Making love and playing games   To warm winds of summer.      Roamin' through the countryside   Walkin' in the clover   Making love and playing games   To warm winds of summer...