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 could 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

And 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 4th 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

On the 4th of July

On the 4th of July