Baby July

Baby July, born on the hottest day since 1939

Singing cicadas, summer lullaby

She sleeps right through the afternoon

And wakes just when the air is cool enough

To smell the jasmine when it opens up and blooms

Baby July, you are golden

You are every summertime

How you always seem to find

The smallest path to sun

Baby July, bare feet running

Just to feel the earth below

Got no special place to go

The world is shining just beause she does

Baby July leaves a scent of fresh-cut grass to linger

Polishing rocks with her fingertips

She's the sound of distant firecrackers

The taste of homemade candied apples

Buy a box of cherries from her stand along the road

Baby July, you are golden

You are every summertime

How you always seem to find

The smallest path to sun

Baby July, bare feet running

Just to feel the earth below

Got no special place to go

The world is shining just beause she does

When the days grow shorter

If you close your eyes

You may see her laughing

And it'll make you smile

Baby July, you are golden

You are every summertime

How you always seem to find

The smallest path to sun

Baby July, bare feet running

Just to feel the earth below

Got no special place to go

The world is shining just beause she does

Baby July