A box full of treasure and a golden comb I was
surely give to you when the moon is
[young?] And Christmas is in June.
I will paint an evening of which there will be
few, When the sky is water and the sun is blue,
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/I3hA ]And all this is just for you.
A handkerchief of silver to brush away your tear,
A sword of finest leather to match your paper
spear, For when the day draws near.
When I will write these words in languages unknown
I'll be the one to tell you your heart is made of
stone And Christmas will never be in June.