Camper Van Beethoven - June текст песни

Are you weary of the lengthening days?

Do you secretly wish for novembers rain?

And the harvest moon top reign in the sky (now that its june)

There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring

Now I wrote you this letter

Because the clothes were hung on the line

And the crows flew out of the field

And up into the sky

Im lying here in the station

Stretching out on the tracks

For all the possible places that I might arrive

There is nothing in this world more bitter than love

In all those long days of june

Bring me the long, brown grass now that its dry

There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring