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.