Il testo della Deiree

It was the third of juneon that younger daywell i became a manat the hands of a girlalmost twice my ageand she came to mejust like a morning sunand it wasn't so muchher words as suchas the way they were sungit was the way they were sung
Desireeoh, desireethere i was foundby the sweet passion soundof you loving songtime was right, the night was longremember, desireeoh desireesomehow i knewi could only have you'til the morning lightif only for that single nightsweet desiree, you made it right.
Then came the fourth of juneon that sleepless nightwell i tossed and i turnedwhile the thought of her burnedup and down my mindfor she was there and gonewithout one regretbut she continues onlike the words of a songi could not forgeti could not forget
Desireeoh, desireethere i was foundby the sweet passion soundof your loving songtime was right, the night was longremember, desireeoh, desireeand though somehow i knewi could only have you'til the morning lightthe night was long, the time was rightdo you remember, desiree