On The 4th Of July

　　On The 4th Of July - Trijntje Oosterhuis

　　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

　　Who found the philosopher stome

　　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