Danny come runnin' through the, July morning
little boy laughing at the, wind in his hair
sun on the apples dapples faces in the morning
maybe he's listening, maybe he hears
the voices of the summer in his ears
Daddy's on the road bound for, San Sebastian
mama she's a lady, with ringlets in her hair
Danny's got a rabbit that is bigger than a tiger
maybe he's listening, maybe he hears an
echo on the highway (echo on the highway)
the voices of the summer in his ears
Danny and the old man hand in hand together
kicking at the football in the cool of the day
picking up the memories that the old one had forgotten
something is stirring from down over the years
the voices of the summer in his ears
Danny come runnin' through the, July morning
(Danny come runnin' through the, July morning)
little boy laughing at the, wind in his hair
(little boy laughing) at the wind in his hair