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, Julia
Nothing better in the whole wide world
Than to be loved by Julia

Oh Julia, oh Julia
Not a girl in the whole wide world as beautiful
Oh 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 as beautiful as Julia