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