June

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 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 I'm 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 gra*s now that it's dry There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring