June's a-comin'! June's a-comin'! Comin' right along!
I can hear the bees a-hummin' chock-a-block with song!
I can hear the birds a-floppin',
And the rosy buds a-poppin',
While the blossoms white are droppin'
In a snowy throng!

I can hear the bells a-ringin' in the steeples high
Tellin' how young Love's a-wingin', laughter in his eye,
As the brides and grooms a-smilin'
Walk the primrose way beguilin',
In their dreams of bliss a-whilin'
Honeyed hours by!

On the pike the tramps are trampin', void of every care,
Ready for whatever campin' turns up anywhere.
All around the lambs are blattin'
Like a lot o' kids a-chattin',
And as soft as fairy satin
Grows the mornin' air!

Dearest June I want to tell yer, you're the best there be!
When I see, or even smell yer, soul is full o' glee!
And no single day that passes
But the thought o' greenin' grasses,
Lovin' lads, and lovin' lasses,
Thrills the heart o' me!

Love's the word, and Love's the token, burden of our tune;
Trademark ever true, unbroken, mornin', night, an' noon.
Love, and Life, and merry Laughter,
Echoin' through wood and rafter —
Naught before, ner nothin' after
Ever touches June!