Your Heart'S A-Tune With April And Mine A-Tune With June, So Let Us Go A-Roving Beneath The Summer Moon: Oh, Was It In The Sunlight, Or Was It In The Rain, We Met Among The Blossoms Within The Locust Lane? All That I Can Remember'S The Bird That Sang Aboon, And With Its Music In Our Hearts We'll Rove Beneath The Moon. A Love-Word Of The Wind, Dear, Of Which We'll Read The Rune, While We Still Go A-Roving Beneath The Summer Moon: A Love-Kiss Of The Water We'll Often Stop To Hear, The Echoed Words And Kisses Of Our Own Love, My Dear: And All Our Path Shall Blossom With Wild-Rose Sweets That Swoon, And With Their Fragrance In Our Hearts We'll Rove Beneath The Moon. It Will Not Be Forever, Yet Merry Goes The Tune While We Still Go A-Roving Beneath The Summer Moon: A Cabin, In The Clearing, Of Flickering Firelight When Old-Time Lanes We Strolled In The Winter Snows Make White: Where We Can Nod Together Above The Logs And Croon The Songs We Sang When Roving Beneath The Summer Moon.