Cherry Blossoms Call on the Fourth
Under a single cherry blossom tree
Looking up at the stars where I stared
With the cherry blossoms falling
I hear a loud crash and see the skies red glare
The beautiful moon
Sparkles in the night
And another loud crash can be heard
The blue glare sparkles in delight
There was a loud thunder
The calm stars glow
A bright yellow glare
And the wind blows low
Red, white and blue
The last cherry blossom fall
The wind whistles
And The Fourth of July have finally called