Snow in July, made us
want to cry
Snow in July, made us
want to cry
Ice on the trees,
Poured right down to the
streets
Pillows of snow on the
land,
Gave the look of white
sand
Mud on my shoe,
Made me think about you,
Made me think about you.
No April sun just wind,
And the jackets grew
thicker each day
The trees were dying in
spring,
The leaves fell, nothing
left green
The nights grew longer
too,
The darkness increased
every day.
The vines all tangled
around,
But no fruit here could
be found
Yes the stems came out of
the ground,
But no flowers here could
be found
No flowers here could be
found.
Snow in July, made us
cry,
Was it really true?
Snow in July, made us
cry,
Was it really true?
One hot December rain,
The trees kept us from
soaking
The flowers they all
bloomed
And so my love for you,
And so my love for you.
Snow in July, made us
cry,
Was it really true?
Snow in July, made us
cry,
Was
it really true?
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