June Bugs

I want to kiss you in thickets and dripping wet glades
 As the stars rub against the dark skin of space
 Every planet is turning and calling your name
 For hundreds of miles the trees bend your way
 Because the green buds are swelling
 And June Bugs are back in the yard
 I want to kiss you in green groves and echoing caves
 I want to fall through the treetops and drift across lakes
 The wind's in the oak trees, it's been raining for days
 Because the green buds are swelling
 And June Bugs are crawling the yard
 Hawk moths are sipping the night-blooming rose
 A honey as sweet as the moon's sugar glow
 The leaves of the apple tree whispering low
 The stars are on fire, the nightingales moan
 Because the green buds are swelling
 And June Bugs are crawling the yard