Memory brings back to me
Starlit night and starlit sea,
While a boat at anchor lay
In a little land-locked bay.

And the scent of hawthorn trees
Reached us on the gentle breeze,
And the murmur of the rills
From the dark, encircling hills.

And, upon that night in June,
O, how brightly shone the moon;
With another moon, her daughter,
Duplicated in the water.

Never shall the night again
Hold the magic it did then;
Never shall so bright a moon
Shine upon a night in June.

Youth sees things with happy eyes;
We were young, and not too wise;
June is something to remember
In the darkness of December.

W D Cocker