Desiree

It was the third of June
on that summer day.
Well, I became a man
at the hands of a girl
almost twice my age.
And she came to me
just like a morning sun,
and it wasn’t so much her words as such
as the way they were sung.
It was the way they were sung.

Desiree, oh Desiree,
there I was found by the sweet passion sound of your loving song.
Time was right, the night was long.
Remember, Desiree, oh Desiree.
Somehow I knew I could only have you till the morning light.
If only for that single night,
sweet Desiree, you made it right.

Then came the fourth of June
on that sleepless night.
Well, I tossed and I turned
while the thought of her burned
up and down my mind.
For she was there and gone
without one regret,
but she continues on
like the words of a song
I could not forget
I could not forget.

Desiree, oh Desiree,
there I was found by the sweet passion sound of your loving song.
Time was right, the night was long.
Remember, Desiree, oh Desiree.
Somehow I knew I could only have you till the morning light.
The night was long, the time was right.
Do you remember, Desiree, oh Desiree?
Do you remember, Desiree?

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