When the snail's on the thorn and the lark's on the wing.
Green buds are bursting, and little birds sing, That is the right time for love.
I may not know much, but one thing I know, It's always the right time for love. Give me a girl on a fine summer's day, Together we'll wander and roll in the hay Sport in the sunshine and drive care away. That is the right time for love. Give me a girl on a crisp autumn eve Walks in the woodland, crunching the leaves, Harvest home hymns, and the last golden sheaves. That is the right time for love.