Anything 'bout June
You can call her June
Though she wasn't born that month
And the things I could've sung for her
Would have been about all I wanted
And nobody knows why she was left alone
Nobody knows anything at all
Who would sleep through all of November
And some things growing in my window sill
Are there to make me remember
And nobody knows what she could have been
Nobody knows anything...
...anything about June
Who I know disappeared in May
And the things you will hear in a lifetime
Are nothing, nothing she would say
And nobody knows about her wind
and where it blows
Nobody knows anything at all...
...anything about June...
Written by Unni Wilhelmsen