Standard (EADGBE)
It was the third of June...on that summer's day
when I became a man at the hands of a girl
almost twice my age.
And she came to me....just like a morning sun,
and it wasn't so much her words as such,
as the way they were sung, it was the way they were sung.
Chorus
Desiree, Oh, Desiree..
There I was found by the sweet passion sound
of your loving song.
Time was right, the night was long.
Remember, Desiree, oh, Desiree.
Somehow I knew I could only have you til the morning light.
If only for that single night, sweet Desiree, you made it right.
Then came the fourth of June...on that sleepless night.
Well, I tossed and I turned, while the thought of her burned
up and down my mind.
For she was there and gone....without one regret.
But she continues on, like the words of a song
I could not forget..I could not forget.
Chorus
Desiree, Oh, Desiree..
There I was found by the sweet passion sound
of your loving song.
Time was right, the night was long.
Remember, Desiree, oh, Desiree.
Somehow I knew I could only have you til the morning light.
If only for that single night, sweet Desiree, you made it right.
A seventies smash from Kraziekhat.