Voice Of My July

James Taylor - 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 loping along 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 minut