Il testo della 4th of july

Blues Traveler

Music & lyrics: john popper

Well she hated the 4th of july
Bombs bursting in air, and she'd never know why
She'd keep me up all night, too terrified to cry
Oh yes, she hated 4th of july

Don't you be scared, don't you start to shake
Go back to sleep because i am wide awake
I'm right here, i'm not going anywhere tonight
Feel my hand, i'm gonna hold you till the early light

And when the thunder clapped, she'd run to me afraid
She tried to be brave, but she couldn't figure out the terrible sound it made
I was smarter, but she just couldn't see
And when the thunder clapped, she'd always run to me

Oh yes, she loved the world on a crisp, autumn day
The leaves would turn her color, the children were at play
Sit on hilltops with her, she'd smile as if to say
You couldn't touch the world when autumn comes this way

And i don't believe she cared for getting old
The limbs move a little slower, the hearing just goes cold
One day she looked at me through a gray haired eye
And i couldn't believe she was telling me good bye

And i do believe her soul was rich and blue
We taught each other lessons, lessons that we knew
When we kept growing, there was nothing we could do
But i loved her and i know she loved me too

Now you can call me a sentimental fool
But i learned more from her than i ever did in school
I still get apprehensive, i still remember why
When the thunder claps or it's the 4th of july

Oh yes she hated the 4th of july