Late July

Somewhere warm where the water flows like wine

That's where you'll find me passing my time

A hard days done and I'm doing fine

So that's where you'll find me passing my time

And when the rain comes it feels like late July

You might feel the whole earth moving like a battlecry

And if the fire burns you might just lose your life

But that's where you'll find me passing my time

There's a peace that comes staring at an open range

A field of memories blooming fills me full of grace