| Song | Summertime |
| Artist | John Squire |
| Album | Marshall's House |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She told the sun when to shine | |
| Told the sky just what to do | |
| She said she told it all she'd been through. | |
| She made it blue | |
| She warned the rain not to fall, | |
| Told the clouds where to go | |
| You bet they went there 'cos she's in the know | |
| I love her so | |
| Here she comes again | |
| Not sure what she said | |
| Think "I can raise the dead" | |
| This season's mine | |
| Oh yeah… summertime | |
| From the cool grey in the hallway | |
| To the white heat on the stairs | |
| Every colour in its place | |
| She put them there | |
| But who was the genius that gave her the greenest | |
| Eyes in the world | |
| Here she comes again | |
| Not sure what she said | |
| Think "I can raise the dead" | |
| The season's mine | |
| Oh yeah… summertime | |
| Here she comes again | |
| Not sure what she said | |
| Think "I can raise the dead" | |
| The seasons mine | |
| Oh yeah… summertime |
| She told the sun when to shine | |
| Told the sky just what to do | |
| She said she told it all she' d been through. | |
| She made it blue | |
| She warned the rain not to fall, | |
| Told the clouds where to go | |
| You bet they went there ' cos she' s in the know | |
| I love her so | |
| Here she comes again | |
| Not sure what she said | |
| Think " I can raise the dead" | |
| This season' s mine | |
| Oh yeah summertime | |
| From the cool grey in the hallway | |
| To the white heat on the stairs | |
| Every colour in its place | |
| She put them there | |
| But who was the genius that gave her the greenest | |
| Eyes in the world | |
| Here she comes again | |
| Not sure what she said | |
| Think " I can raise the dead" | |
| The season' s mine | |
| Oh yeah summertime | |
| Here she comes again | |
| Not sure what she said | |
| Think " I can raise the dead" | |
| The seasons mine | |
| Oh yeah summertime |
| She told the sun when to shine | |
| Told the sky just what to do | |
| She said she told it all she' d been through. | |
| She made it blue | |
| She warned the rain not to fall, | |
| Told the clouds where to go | |
| You bet they went there ' cos she' s in the know | |
| I love her so | |
| Here she comes again | |
| Not sure what she said | |
| Think " I can raise the dead" | |
| This season' s mine | |
| Oh yeah summertime | |
| From the cool grey in the hallway | |
| To the white heat on the stairs | |
| Every colour in its place | |
| She put them there | |
| But who was the genius that gave her the greenest | |
| Eyes in the world | |
| Here she comes again | |
| Not sure what she said | |
| Think " I can raise the dead" | |
| The season' s mine | |
| Oh yeah summertime | |
| Here she comes again | |
| Not sure what she said | |
| Think " I can raise the dead" | |
| The seasons mine | |
| Oh yeah summertime |