Timothy's late, Timothy's late
Never mind I'm happy to wait
I've nothing to do on this fine summer day
It's easy to wile the time away

I ought to do what my mother said
And think of the man that I might wed
But now I'm happy and now I'm free
And the summer sun's enough for me

I sit in the sun and one by one
I collect my thoughts and think them over
Say to myself sit tight on the shelf
As long as you feel that you're in clover

Why be in haste you have nothing to waste
The best things come without rhyme or reason
Sit in the sun, the sun, the sun
And you'll be in love by the end of the season

There's viscount A and gay lord B
And of course the honourable Mr C
Whom have I missed from this glittering list
Surely must be the one for me

Why not do as the other girls do
And search for a man the summer through
Call me a fool but I follow the rule
Wait and your heart will come to you

Maybe I'll wait till I'm too late
But I shall have waited for one good reason
Here in the sun, the sun, the sun
I might be in love by the end of the season

