I'll wait a year for two weeks in July.
I'll follow the sun and my love will be there,
Lovely and lost as when we said goodbye
The girl with the sun in her hair.
[don't recall the second verse]
There's fields to be run and hills to climb.
I hope July arrives on time.
Not long to wait for the summer to bring
The girl with the sun in her hair.
The girl with the sun in her hair.