Lyrics:
The river was a special placeA swimming hole 'round every bendSummers use to last forever... back thenRunning barefoot through the pastureSunday evening baseball gamesThe old men talked about the weatherIt never changed... it stayed the sameWe need rain... the crops are dryGonna be... one hot JulyAutumn was the place to beAnd through the years it still remainsAlways a part of me... September rainGonna be one hot JulyAnd it seems like August never endsNo one could see it comingNothing can change it nowShoulders bending in the cold windAnd hearts lay frozen on the groundApril came without a soundSomeone said it must be springBut I only see the flowers growing... in dreamsAll the songs are locked insideThere's nobody here to singAnd I no longer feel that I am a part of anythingTime just goes on by... gonna be one hot July