Today’s the fourth of july
Another june has gone by
And when they light up our town I just think
What a waste of gunpowder and sky
I’m certain that I am alone
In harbouring thoughts of our home
It’s one of my faults that I can’t quell my past
I ought to have gotten it gone
Oh, baby, I wonder —
If when you are older —
Someday-
You’ll wake up
And say, ’my god, I should have told her —
What would it take?
But now here I am and the world’s gotten colder
And she’s got the river down which I sold her.’
So that’s today’s memory lane
With all the pathos and pain
Another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless
And they’re always the same
A verse, then a verse, and refrain
Oh, baby, I wonder —
If when you are older —
Someday-
You’ll wake up
And say, ’my god, I should have told her —
What would it take?
But now here I am and the world’s gotten colder
And she’s got the river down which I sold her.’