Sky in July

Golden light on ocean's face, summer's here at its own pace. Salty whispers,

soft and low, where the tides of July flow. Sun warm breathes a sweet perfume,

chasing away all winter's gloom. It's sea and sky and July's embrace, a perfect moment,

time and space. Sea and sky, it's July, oh where the bluebirds are to fly.

Waves of time, things forward and right, filled with summer's pure tide.

Sweetest sky in July, as the clouds all drifted by. Golden memories,

you and I, see in the sky in July. Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,