Lyrics

Summer's Voice by Arlon Bennett

The radio booth is silent where the jets pass overhead
A million grownups say their childhood is dead
There were times I listened to every word he said..
Ahhh.. was Summer's Voice

The hometown uncle I never had
Brought the gift of baseball since I was a lad
Always sounding good even when my team was bad
Ahhh.. was Summer's Voice

Summer's voice was sweet in the car or on the beach
Painting yet another game
And it was automatic
to want to listen through the static
Just to hear his play by play
So much more than a pastime score
Ahhhh.. was Summer's voice

Late summer nights when I was ten years old
We would play the Dodgers on the West Coast
And underneath my pillow with the radio playing low
Ahhh.. was Summer's voice

Summer's voice was sweet in the car or on the beach
painting yet another game
And it was automatic
to want to listen through the static
Just to hear his play by play
So much more than a pastime score
Ahhhh... was Summer's voice

So here's the happy recap to a life well spent
I hope you fastened your seatbelt at the very end
'cause now you're doing games for Casey, Gil, and all the rest
Ahh.. was summer's voice
There it goes!
Ahh.. was summer's voice