Church - June Lyrics
June arrives, rumoured daysDays of willing it to beIn the nest futures hatchIt's such a lovely thing to seeOh my GodLike an angel woundWhat fortuneLike a child in a fieldSo it goes, so it yieldsJune is hereThen it's notIn the background constantlyFrom the westLights go outIt's such a lonely thing to seeOh my LordTalk of devil's foodWhat fortuneLock the fruitIn a seedSo it growsSo it needsOh my soulSoul like her cocoonLong gone JuneHer dark sidesHer bed feelsAs she knows, as she feels