My friend, little June, come sit with me
In the sun by the gardenwall,
And tell me about your dreams.
Where is your smile? Where is your joy?
Where are your lillies of life?
Your flowers are all gone,
Now you must let me give you one.
Emptyness will hurt you far too much.
I'll fill the hole
In your soul

My frind, little June, come walk with me
And talk with me for a while.
Tell me about your dreams ;
Where is your smile? Where is your joy?
Wher are your lillies of life?
"The flowers weren't mine
so I had to bring them back,
but they will flourish on the moonlit hill
and know my face
when I'm gone."