| 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 |