(James Taylor)



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 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



All on the Fourth of July

On the Fourth of July