June is the month of the loveliest tree
the middle of Marion Carrion Spree
I sit in the shipyard & rue my degree
til my Amy comes homeward to me.

	Amy, Amy
	Amy come home for your children to see
	Amy, Amy
	Amy come home to me.

Join 'round and tell of the lovers' design
See lovers falter, may sorrows entwine;
Go 'round ensure that intentions align
But do it for history.

	Amy, Amy
	Amy come flatten your bloated debris
	Amy, Amy
	Amy come home to me.

Given to sup on a bottle of wine
Sullen retort in the sorrowest thine
Given to sleep in a thorny red vine
but carry that home to me.

	Amy, Amy
	Amy come homeward and sit on your knee
	Amy, Amy
	Amy come home to me.

Jostled on tarryman's lighthearted lore
And carried to Leeds on a pitiful score
though never we made it to get out the door
Still surely we'll one day see...

	Amy, Amy
	Amy come rattle the tattletale free
	Amy, Amy
	Amy come home to me.

Quantity broken and quality shorn
The faint-hearted feeble look weary and worn
as nighttime is fading to give us the morn
the characters dance and pee

	Amy, Amy
	Don't be so driven to terrify me!
	Amy, Amy
	Amy come home to me.

Crippled and lonely I lay in my bed
A broken old fart with an empty old head
A lard bucket under me laden with lead
as many come through to see.

	Amy, Amy
	Amy come try to be civil to me
	Amy, Amy
	Amy come home to me.

None in the masses had spoken so true
As I in my candidness always could do
But crazy old memories of Me & of You
Say you wouldn't listen to me.

  ---So,
	Amy, Amy
	Have you forgotten how many were we?
	Amy, Amy
	Amy come home to see.


	Amy, Amy
	Sorry but nothing is waiting for thee
	Amy, Amy
	'Cause Amy came home too late!!