Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River; We listened to the landler-tune, We watched the moonbeams quiver.

When we are parted, let me lie In some far corner of thy heart Silent, and from the world apart, Like a forgotten melody

That was in June,

No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays.

Who comes with Summer to this earth And owes to June her day of birth, With ring of Agate on her hand, Can health, wealth, and long life command.