Song | On the 4th of July |
Artist | Leonardo Amuedo |
Artist | Trijntje Oosterhuis |
Album | Ken Je Mij |
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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 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 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 |
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 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 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 |
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 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 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 |