I want to kiss you in thickets and dripping wet glades
As the stars rub against the dark skin of space
Every planet is turning and calling your name

For hundreds of miles the trees bend your way
Because the green buds are swelling
And June Bugs are back in the yard


I want to kiss you in green groves and echoing caves
I want to fall through the treetops and drift across lakes

The wind's in the oak trees, it's been raining for days
Because the green buds are swelling
And June Bugs are crawling the yard


Hawk moths are sipping the night-blooming rose
A honey as sweet as the moon's sugar glow

The leaves of the apple tree whispering low
The stars are on fire, the nightingales moan
Because the green buds are swelling

And June Bugs are crawling the yard