We were once spring lovers br Walking through lush green fields br Gathering flowers to place br In your sunlight-blonde hair. br We kissed beneath br The first budding maple trees br And felt such a rush br Of breathtaking love and lust br That we thought br We were volcanoes br That would ceaselessly erupt br Painting even a starless night br With a yellow golden glow, br But love is false and untrue, br You can’t trust marriages in June, br They never survive the sepia-tint br Of autumn leaves and truth, br You can only magically touch someone br For a fleeting moment br And then let them go br To find another dream, br But I know what you meant to me br In that hour of flowers.