It must have been July; the air was hot and heavy
I was awakened by laughing children
outside my bedroom window someone built a Ferris wheel
there was something scarlet in the birdbath, I did not recognize

Someone nearby whittled boxes
It must have been July; the air was hot and heavy
Deer filed in one by one
gently stood along the wood line and watched

The children laughed and played and rode the Ferris wheel
There was something scarlet in the birdbath that I did not recognize

It must have been July, the air smelled like rust and metal
it must have been July, the air was hot and heavy

Someone nearby whittled boxes
The deer stood gently at the wood line
Something scarlet in the birdbath that I did not recognize
The air was hot and heavy, it must have been July

There was silence at the Ferris wheel
Someone nearby whittled tiny boxes

Something scarlet in the birdbath that I did not recognize
There was silence at the Ferris wheel

It must have been July, the air was hot and heavy
Someone whittled tiny boxes
There was silence at the Ferris wheel.