A box full of treasure and a golden comb
I was surely give to you when the moon is stone
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
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.
I was surely give to you when the moon is stone
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
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.