( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )

Half of what I say is meaning less
But I say is just to reach you, Julia.

Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me.
So I sing a song of love, Julia.

Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me.
So I sing a song of love, Julia.

Her hair of floating sky is shimmering,
Glimmering in the sun.

Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me.
So I sing a song of love, Julia.

When I cannot sing my heart
I can only speak my mind, Julia.

To be continued...