(Bill Anderson)      On the last day of Christmas   I start thinking about the summer, son   The beauty of the roses, the sweet song of the robin   The warmth of the yellow summer sun.      And the two of us together running through the meadow   Laughing making mem'ries having fun   It's a long way back to winter   And the plane that came from Denver.      Bringin' you to spend the summer son   With your daddy, to spent the summer son   This year we're gonna catch that big ole fish   We saw swimming through the stream.      We'll fly your kite and ride your bike   Maybe camp out overnight   And I'll take you to a Big League baseball game   And hopefully we'll have some time   To talk about what's on your mind   And maybe I can even help you some.      For I was once a boy your age   And you're goin' through that special stage   Where you need your dad a lot this summer, son   And I'll be there just like the summer sun.      Like so many single fathers   I live just to see the summer sun   Just being with my little man helpin' you to understand   Who you are and what you can become.      Broken homes aren't easy   But think about it this way   You've got two homes   Where you've loved instead of one   So be a good boy, don't you cry   And tell your mama, I said hi.      I can't hardly wait for the summer, son   Oh, it's gonna be a wonderful summer, son...