You can call her June   Though she wasn't born that month   And the things I would have song for her,    would have been about all I wanted      Nobody knows   Why she was left alone   Nobody knows, anything at all   Anything about June...      Oh June, who would sleep through all of November   And some things growing in my windowsill,   were there to make me remember..      Nobody knows, what she could have been   Nobody knows....anything   Anything about June      Oh June   Who I know disappeard in may   And the things you'll hear in a lifetime   Is nothing...nothing she would say      Nobody knows......