Let those December winds bellow and blow I"'m as warm as a July tomato Peaches on the shelf Potatoes in the bin Supper"'s ready, everybody come on in Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer You can taste a little of the summer My grandma"'s put it all in jars Well, there"'s a root cellar, fruit cellar down below Watch your head now, and down you go And there"'s. Maybe you"'re weary and you don"'t give a damn I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam She"'s got magic in her - you know what I mean She puts the sun and rain in with her green beans What with the snow and the economy and everything I think I"'ll just stay down here and eat until spring When I go to see my grandma I gain a lot of weight With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate She cans the pickles, sweet and dill She cans the songs of the whippoorwill And the morning dew and the evening moon And I really got to go see her pretty soon 'Cause these canned goods I buy at the store Ain"'t got the summer in them anymore You bet, grandma, as sure as you"'re born I"'ll take some more potatoes and a thunderstorm Peaches on the shelf Potatoes in the bin Supper"'s ready, everybody come on in, now Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer My grandma put it all in jars Let those December winds bellow and blow I"'m as warm as a July tomato