The dying day did meet its love
In the loving might of younger June
She closed her eyes and slept so pure
And wondered about a dream so soon

She saw merchants trading the day
And some labourers and their owners
But she wondered love that needed pay
Our life and mass which is the oldest

The springs were tightly closed at six
The joyful moment of this love
It was that playmates made a pitch
And each pitch lovingly shines the more

The tambourines rhymes their joyful tunes
which spills the more of heavenly grace
The maiden kissed her man in June
And wondered about her loving days

The dying night did meet its love
The maiden woke from a dream so soon
She found her lonely self so pure
And wished the dream at play in June.