June Songtext
von Áed

Broom out the floor, lay the fender by
And plant this bee-sucked bough of woodbine there

Hedges are all drowned in green grass seas
Bobbing poppies flare like Elmo′s light

June is short, we must joy in it and dance and sing
And from her bounty draw her rosy worth


On lowland crops, the crows make raids, no fear
Farmer boy's asleep like drunken Noah

And loop this red rose in that hazel ring
Snares your little ear for June is short

June is short, we must joy in it and dance and sing
And from her bounty draw her rosy worth
Soon the swallows will be flying south
The wind wheel north to gather in the snow

Even the roses spilled on youth′s red mouth
Will soon blow down the road all roses go