June was speaking sweetly in All our township ears, She pulled us to the ground. And we jumped from the boathouse And splintered its oak To bathe in renewal. Take me back, june. The borough glow grew on the other side of pines So we jettisoned the lanterns. And i was stumbling over a rhetorical device With devastating candor. Take me back, june, I want to drink until denver. Take me back, june, Say we can do this forever. The morning enveloped the other side of five So we paid it new attention And listened on to brilliant sounds and wooden songs In all their choral precedence.