Over June Lane

Over June LaneMiranda,As you move between the rocks,Gold as the sun your uncut locks,And turn in its light,The long night coming from over the sky,Oh I never, in all my days,Knew a gaze that rivalled yours.No I never, though I went so far,Met the girl that you areIn any teeming town.Miranda,You and I in a tiny shop,On a corner in a street When England was sunny,And the morning late,And free from t...