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 the 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
Desirée, oh, Desirée
There I was found
By the sweet passion sound
Of your loving song
Time was right, the night was long
Remember, Desirée, oh, Desirée
Somehow I knew I could only have you
Till the morning light
If only for that single night
Sweet Desirée, 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
Desirée, oh, Desirée
There I was found
By the sweet passion sound
Of your loving song
The time was right, the night was long
Remember, Desirée, oh, Desirée
And though somehow I knew
I could only have you till the morning light
The night was long, the time was right
Do you remember, Desirée, oh, Desirée?
Do you remember, Desirée?