June – Camper Van Beethoven – letras

Are you weary of the lengthening days?Do you secretly wish for November’s rain?And the harvest moon top reign in the sky (now that it’s June)There is nothing in this world more bitter than SpringNow I wrote you this letterBecause the clothes were hung on the lineAnd the crows flew out of the fieldAnd up into the skyI’m lying here in the stationStretching out on the tracksFor all the possible places that I might arriveThere is nothing in this world more bitter than loveIn all those long days of JuneBring me the long, brown grass now that it’s dry