Before spring turned into summer, after night turned into day,they were born a Monday morning, in the days just after May, in the days just after May.By the branch, Stangerson, play for me a happy tune.Know of all the days I loved, I loved best the twelfth of June, I loved best the twelfth of June.He was strong across his shoulders, she was delicate of skin,and their mothers laid their ashes as we held them to our breasts.And they were born a Monday morning, in the days just after May, in the days just after May.As we held them to our breasts.By the branch, Stangerson, play for me a happy tune.Know of all the days I loved, I loved best the twelfth of June, I loved best the twelfth of June.By the branch, Stangerson, play for me a happy tune.I loved best the twelfth of June, I loved best the twelfth of June, I loved best the twelfth of June.By the branch, Stangerson, play for me a happy tune.Have God, my friend.I love you, my love.I love you, my love.I love you, my love.I love you, my love.I love you, my life, I love you.I love you, my love.I love you, my love.I love you, my love.I love you, my love.Love you, my love.All I am, I gladly give HimAll I am, and it will exceedAnd one thing I know for sureIs they improve the likes of meThey make a better man than meSo to my father and my motherAnd all our fathers longed forThere are those who walk above usWho rememberAll I am, I gladly give HimThey will remember that we wereThey will remember that we wereAnd to these beautiful two childrenAnd to my sweet and tender wifeI will love you free foreverThough I fly beyond this lifeThough I fly beyond this lifeBy the breathBy the breathBy the breathBy the breathBy the breathBy the breathWhen they lay me in my tombAnd of all the days I loveThere are so many days I loveOh, of all the days I loveI love best the twelfth of JuneAnd all the days I loveI love best the twelfth of June