With Every New July

And when July is born There’s magic to behold The sun is shining bright The sheen is made of gold The kids are racing bikes And learning how to fly I wish that I could be them With every new July When friends are having fun They gather with delight The ones with sleeping bags Are sharing heaven’s light The sky is full of stars That twinkle by and by I wish that I could see them With every new July The flower beds are deep The summer grass is tall The trees are full of leaves That beckon to us all Where forests are receding And springs are running dry I wish that I could free them With every new July.