Do you recall that night in June when first we met? 
Do you remember Love the words we spoke? 
Have you forgotten all the tender vows we made 
in the silent magical moonbeams light? 

Gone are the golden dreams 
with summer roses, 
And all of our tender-est vows 
were made but to be broken . . . 

Song of songs, 
Song of memory, 
and broken melody of love and life 
nevermore to me 
can that melody 
fill the heart 
with the joy once it knew . . . 

Oh night of bliss, night of June and love 
beneath the stars amid the roses . . . 
Oh dream of delight that faded at dawn 
Oh song of songs, 
Oh night of bliss, 
When you were my whole world of love! 

When you were my whole world of love . . . 
Of love!