Hej folks!
I have been writing for a while, though never had the courage to publish these songs. A recent death of my dear friend reminded me that life is too
We were parked by the river
on an old beaten path
he handed me the bottles
said, let's make this last
the moonlight hangs above us
ain't no one else around
said he'd love me in a heartbeat
but all i'm thinking about is
That July breeze
sweeping your hair, making music
with the tire swings
in the middle of the day
your tore up jeans, hangin' high on the willow
we left our worries way down in the river below
in that July breeze
He said he never goes for
girls he could talk to
we laid out on the car roof
speaking all but the truth
he turns to me and whispers
girl, just look at you
he says he has no place he'd rather be
but all i'm thinking about is
That July breeze
sweeping your hair, making music
with the tire swings
in the middle of the day
your tore up jeans, hangin' high on the willow
we left our worries way down in the river below
in that July breeze
The night falls, as you crawled into my side
the downpour took us by surprise
we left our names carved out on the willow
made love all night, said we'd never wither
in that July breeze
