Jasmine In July

A summer afternoon and the man with the blue guitar
Plays a little tune, it floats out onto the breeze
The ladies look around, one gets a gleam in her eye
She is wearing jasmine
She smells like jasmine in July

Another summer night, not much of anything to do
But listen to the sights of the old folks sitting on the porch
The lady takes a walk, she looks at the moon in the sky
She is wearing jasmine
She smells like jasmine in July

Nobody knows her, nobody dares
To look in her eyes
Nobody sees her, nobody shares
The look in her eyes
You can see the whole world in her eyes

The creek is low and the man with the blue guitar
Plays real slow ‘till the lady lies on the bed
The sun goes down, she feels his shadow in her eyes
She is wearing jasmine
She smells like jasmine in July

No man could leave her, no man would try
To look in her eyes
No one believes her, no one knows why
Just look in her eyes
She can hold the whole world in her eyes