I want to kiss you in thickets and dripping wet glades As the stars rub against the dark skin of space Every planet is turning and calling your name For hundreds of miles the trees bend your way Because the green buds are swelling And the june bugs are back in the yard I want to kiss you in green groves and echoing caves I want to fall through the treetops and drift across lakes The wind's in the oak trees It's been raining for days Because the green buds are swelling And the june bugs are crawling the yard Yes, the green buds are swelling And the june bugs are back in the yard Hawk moths are sipping the night-blooming rose A honey as sweet as the moon's sugar glow The leaves of the apple tree whispering low The stars are on fire, the nightingales moan Because the green buds are swelling And the june bugs are crawling the yard