June was all for horses. She rode the blossomed field (hold your horses! Start from the beginning) June... oh June Mckane Born on a cold November's day A daughter of drought Left in the kindled light of a candle Shivering in the wind She arose, transparent mantle oh oh a leaf falls shatters like glass all in pieces while it's kin turns to dirt Isobel... a woman in th'making much to young Longing for a summer breeze June.. oh June Mckane who would you ever befriend? You brought men to the slaughter To make sense... to re-arrange the order [echo] oh oh a teardrop from cheek to chin a guided thread while your kin slowly dries Freddie.. A father of no sort coal for a heart gold in his veins nothing for her to gain June... oh June Mckane The severity in a barren land a drought to man But to a mane a kind guide she rode on blossomed field waiting for the sun to be peeled oh oh a withered flower a required construct Beware the gallop The echo of June Mckane A June.. a june.... came Mckane.. left on a cold November's day to grow old with treasures unbeknownst of mortal man
