Testo On The Fourth Of July

Shall I tell it again how we started as friendsWho would run into one another now and againAt the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa DupreeOr a dozen different everyday places to beI was loping along living aloneWe were ever so brave on the telephoneWould you care to come down for fireworks timeWe could each just reachWe step out of lineAnd the smell of the smoke and the lay of the landand the feeling of finding one's heart in one's handand the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing"love must stand"Love forever and ever must standUnbelievable you, impossible meThe fool who fell out of the family treeThe fellow that found the philosopher's stoneDeep underground like a dinosaur boneWho fell into you at a quarter to twoWith a tear in your eye for the Fourth of JulyFor the patriots and the minutemenAnd the things you believe they believed in thenSuch as freedom, and freedom's landAnd the kingdom of God and the rights of manWith the tiny tin voice of the radio bandSinging "love must stand"Love forever and ever must standAnd forever must standOh the smell of the smoke as we lay on the landand the feeling of finding my heart in my handwith the tiny tin voice of the radio bandsinging "love must stand"love forever and ever must standAll on the Fourth of JulyOn the Fourth of July