She was a shy girl, born on the fourth of July talking with some of her friends, the parade passing by I was a wild one waiting for life to begin I opened the passenger door and Mary climbed in Down at the trestle it was the regular crowd laughing and singing and playing our music too loud Nothing else mattered, but to live every moment you can at the end of the evening, it was just me and Mary again
Even the shadows were fading away in the light The fireworks were blazing, Mary was holding me tight When it was over, somehow she slipped through my hands but I’ll hold on as long as I can to this dance Down at the trestle everything still looks the same but the summers have all washed away in the cold winter rains Like a train in the distance the years just keep rolling on by But it was just me and Mary out on the fourth of July
She went to college, and I went to fight in the war A few cards and letters, then we weren’t we anymore Now the music has ended but I know I can’t take that chance So I’ll hold on as long as I can to this danceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
