Ray Conniff Summer Breeze
See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on
a Friday night.
A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know
everything is alright.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the
jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the
jasmine of my mind.
See the paper layin' on the sidewalk, a little music from
the house next door.
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and
across the floor.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the
jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the
jasmine of my mind.
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom. July is
dressed up and playing her tune.
And I come home from a hard day's work, and you're
waiting there, not a care in the world.
See the smile a-waitin' in the kitchen, food cookin' and
the plates for two.
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me, in the evening
when the day is through.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the
jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the
jasmine of my mind.
