Danny come runnin' through the, July morning Little boy laughing at the, wind in his hair Sun on the apples dapples faces in the morning Maybe he's listening, maybe he hears The voices of the summer in his ears Daddy's on the road bound for, San Sebastian Mama she's a lady, with ringlets in her hair Danny's got a rabbit that is bigger than a tiger Maybe he's listening, maybe he hears an Echo on the highway (echo on the highway) The voices of the summer in his ears Danny and the old man hand in hand together Kicking at the football in the cool of the day Picking up the memories that the old one had forgotten Something is stirring from down over the years The voices of the summer in his ears Danny come runnin' through the, July morning (Danny come runnin' through the, July morning) Little boy laughing at the, wind in his hair (Little boy laughing) at the wind in his hair