In July The summer sun hangs high against the sky And you can hear the sound of kids out riding their bikes As the long days turn slowly in to night
In July The fireflies are just like Christmas lights The cicadas sing and the crickets they reply And listen close as time passes us by
We close our eyes We pretend the world isn't turning We pretend the world it's in our hands It's in our hands
In July We'll pick a date and you'll be wearing white And your daddy's there to walk you down the isle And your mom will watch and she'll try not to cry
We close our eyes. We pretend the world isn't turning. We pretend the world it's in our hands It's in our hands
