I hear many beautiful songs
But the chords that I strum cannot carry them
Notes falling in the wind
I see many beautiful works turn to ashes and dirt and I bury them
Deeper than a memory
I dream many wonderful things
But I never can seem to remember them
Except for the girl I could never forget

Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia
Not a girl in the whole-wide world as beautiful as
Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia
Nothing better in the whole-wide world
Than to be loved by Julia

Her hand in the palm of my hand
Makes me feel like I am who I say I am
I hold it closer than a memory
Her voice is the sound that I hear
When I start to disappear into the noise again
I hear her calling in the wind
Her eyes like a Tennessee sunrise color in the clouds I'm living in
Once you have seen it you never forget

Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia
Not a girl in the whole-wide world as beautiful as
Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia
Nothing better in the whole-wide world
Than to be loved by Julia

Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia (Oh Julia, oh Julia)
Not a girl in the whole wide world as beautiful (Julia, Julia, Julia)
Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia (Oh Julia)
Nothing better in the whole-wide world than to be loved by Julia
No, nothing better in the whole-wide world than to be loved by Julia
No, not a girl in the whole wide world more beautiful
Than Julia