On the last day of Christmas
I start thinking about the summer, son
The beauty of the roses, the sweet song of the robin
The warmth of the yellow summer sun.

And the two of us together running through the meadow
Laughing making mem'ries having fun
It's a long way back to winter
And the plane that came from Denver.

Bringin' you to spend the summer son
With your daddy, to spent the summer son
This year we're gonna catch that big ole fish
We saw swimming through the stream.

We'll fly your kite and ride your bike
Maybe camp out overnight
And I'll take you to a Big League baseball game
And hopefully we'll have some time
To talk about what's on your mind
And maybe I can even help you some.

For I was once a boy your age
And you're goin' through that special stage
Where you need your dad a lot this summer, son
And I'll be there just like the summer sun.

Like so many single fathers
I live just to see the summer sun
Just being with my little man helpin' you to understand
Who you are and what you can become.

Broken homes aren't easy
But think about it this way
You've got two homes
Where you've loved instead of one
So be a good boy, don't you cry
And tell your mama, I said hi.

I can't hardly wait for the summer, son
Oh, it's gonna be a wonderful summer, son...