The Ballad of August and June

When I met you I was a young man, green and keen

You opened up a sophisticated world

A decade between us, bud and bloom

The years passed and the seasons were unfurled

August was a warm month, the summer fruit your heart

My June was pulled towards you, a drunken wasp

Your September still glowed golden as the first leaf fell to earth

My July as a jasmine breeze blew soft

The calendar relentless, high tides and low

From wax to wane to wax to wane anew

The seasons turn, the fields are burnt, the nights close in and soon

All green turns to brown then to blue

October was for harvest, the gathering of fruits

For you August was a fond remembered song

November was a harsh time, the sting of early frost

The bitter nights grew long

August to September, June to July

A season to remember

December was an ice queen with fire within to smoulder

King January followed in her wake

Entered February, preceding March and rainy April

A gradual thaw and the seeds began to take

And the buds pushed through

The buds pushed through

The buds pushed through, pushed through

The buds pushed through and we begin anew

This is the ballad of August and June

This is the ballad of August and June

This is the ballad of August and June

This is the ballad of August and June

This is the ballad of August and June

This is the ballad of August and June

This is the ballad of August and June

This is the ballad of August and June

This is the ballad of August and June

This is the ballad of August and June