On the 4th of July

Shall I tell it again how we started as friends
Who would run into one another now and again
At the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa Dupree, or a dozen different everyday places to
be
I was living alone, we were ever so brave on the telephone
Would you care to come down for fireworks time
We could each just reach, we step out of line
And the smell of the smoke and the lay of the land
And the feeling of finding one’s heart in one’s hand
And the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing «love must stand,»
Love forever and ever must stand
Unbelievable you, impossible me, the fool who fell out of the family tree
The fellow that found the philosopher’s stone, deep underground like a dinosaur
bone
Who fell into you at a quarter to two with a tear in your eye for the Fourth of
July
For the patriots and the minutemen and the things you believe they believed in
then
Such as freedom, and freedom’s land and the kingdom of God and the rights of man
With the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing «love must stand,»
Love forever and ever must stand and forever must stand
Oh, the smell of the smoke as we lay on the land
And the feeling of finding my heart in my hand
With the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing «love must stand,»
Love forever and ever must stand and forever must stand
All on the Fourth of July, on the Fourth of July