Perhaps it's only with childs' eyes
That we could see the fireflies
On that lovely Fourth of July
Perched between the earth and sky
In that ancient, gnarly tree
There was only you and only me
And in the forest, all around,
Nothing but the nighttime sounds
The peepers peeping by the creek
A gentle breeze, so soft, so meek
The moonglow soft upon your face
Full of wonder, full of grace
The perfect end to the perfect day
Covered in dirt, horse hair and hay
I never will forget that night
Or our heaven sent delight
And I'll never forget the fireflies
On that lovely Fourth of July
Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC
Perhaps it's only with childs' eyes
That we could see the fireflies
On that lovely Fourth of July
Perched between the earth and sky
In that ancient, gnarly tree
There was only you and only me
And in the forest, all around,
Nothing but the nighttime sounds
The peepers peeping by the creek
A gentle breeze, so soft, so meek
The moonglow soft upon your face
Full of wonder, full of grace
The perfect end to the perfect day
Covered in dirt, horse hair and hay
I never will forget that night
Or our heaven sent delight
And I'll never forget the fireflies
On that lovely Fourth of July
Copyright Ellen Elizabeth Farris 2010- From Where I Find You