I know that June is at the door
and that you must be leaving,
And I suppose it isn’t fair of me
to ask, considering the countless
marvels that your minutes here
revealed, considering the beauty
you bestowed upon my world.
But the time has passed so quickly,
and each hour was so sweet,
that ask I must. My love for you
demands it. Oh, May, May, May!
Couldn’t you stay? Couldn’t you stay?