I remember July
Hot morning watering foxgloves
Waking up to dreams,
Falling asleep to dreams.
I remember July.
Envied or loved, by all who laid eyes.
I'll always remember July.

But now misty marshy October
Has taken over,
Watering the foxgloves for me.
But their colors no longer gleam,
In the rain.

In the rain,
I'll always remember July.
Where everyday was a dream,
For a short sweet while
July, July, July.