April and June

I WOOED for a season,From April to June.I sighed 'neath the moon.I dreamed not of treasonThro' all the bright seasonOf April and June.

She swore she adored me,From April to June.Beneath the bright moonShe never ignored me:She swore she adored me,From April to June.

But now it is colderThan April or June;There's frost on the moon.I'm wiser and older,Since months are grown colderThan April and June.

I've sworn off a wooingIn April or June.I'm down on the moon.I'll know what I'm doingNext time I go wooingIn April or June.