Copyright, 1895. by A. A. Hurgren.
Words and Music by A. A. Hurgren.
Summer has its roses red and in violets blue;
Springtime brings its song birds sweet, wakening echoes new;
I love those summer days and skies serene;
I'm happy as a king with my Pauline.
Oh, Pauline, the best of all the rest, the merriest girl I know:
Her step like a fairy, light and airy, heart pure as falling snow;
No riches would be temptation to me, to tell such sweet love, I ween;
Though misfortune come, I'll love but one, and that is my own Pauline.
When songsters chirp good-night, and care is gone,
Love comes to reign supreme in our dear home;
After all our fireside bright means more, I ween,
Than all the summer flowers, my own Pauline. - Chorus.
Cold winter's icy blast will come some day,
And in the starry night bear one away;
But I shall ne'er forget that springtime green.
When you were by my side, my sweet Pauline.- Chorus.