(Sam HoginPhil BarnhartSunny Russ)

Love was alive on the telephone line

Honeysuckle hangin' in the hot sunshine

Dust piled up on my daddy's combine

That boy, that girl, that summer

Thirsty for somethin', they didn't know what

Tried to control it but they couldn't stop

She was his rose, and he was her rock

That moon, that kiss, that summer

June and July and an August to remember

Ninety miles an hour straight into September

Memory still warms me in the dead of winter

Of love so true that summer

Two kids from Kansas on a yellow brick road

Watchin' the world through a magic window

There wasn't anyplace they couldn't go

That hope, that dream, that summer

June and July and an August to remember

Ninety miles an hour straight into September

Memory still warms me in the dead of winter

Of love so true that summer

June and July and an August to remember

Ninety miles an hour straight into September

Memory still warms me in the dead of winter

Of love so true that summer, that summer

Love was alive on the telephone line, that summer