(Sam Hogin/Phil Barnhart/Sunny Russ)  Love was alive on the telephone line  Honeysuckle hangin' in the hot sunshine  Dust piled up on my daddy's combine  That boy, that girl, that summer  Thirsty for somethin', they didn't know what  Tried to control it but they couldn't stop  She was his rose, and he was her rock  That moon, that kiss, that summer  June and July and an August to remember  Ninety miles an hour straight into September  Memory still warms me in the dead of winter  Of love so true that summer  Two kids from Kansas on a yellow brick road  Watchin' the world through a magic window  There wasn't anyplace they couldn't go  That hope, that dream, that summer  June and July and an August to remember  Ninety miles an hour straight into September  Memory still warms me in the dead of winter  Of love so true that summer  June and July and an August to remember  Ninety miles an hour straight into September  Memory still warms me in the dead of winter  Of love so true that summer, that summer  Love was alive on the telephone line, that summer