In the tree shaded lane
June passed without note
As May had on the wind
A new month arrived
With its mysterious scents
As a drunken wren
Considered the mathematics
Of a sycamore tree
In the tree shaded lane
June passed without note
As May had on the wind
A new month arrived
With its mysterious scents
As a drunken wren
Considered the mathematics
Of a sycamore tree