Over June Lane

Over June Lane Miranda, 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 are In any teeming town. Miranda, You and I in a tiny shop, On a corner in a street When England was sunny, And the morning la...