June from Holy Golden by Mikayla McVey

JUNE

Come, my love, it’s lonesome thinking of you up above me on the moon.
The coyotes are howlin’ for you, June
Back in San Francisco I’ll be husky and I’ll miss your rambling
wanders through my throat–
the people love you,
Baby June
And I’m so desperate for a new idea to love... It’s too soon, June
Cold New Orleans winter turned the asphalt into ice and splinters, but you have warming powers–
don’t you, June?
Farther South than Jackson
yeah I’m drinking, if you’re asking–
do I love my little darlin, Baby June?
I’m so desperate for a new idea to love... It’s too soon, June
Please don’t leave me in West Texas,
six and one half miles up above the world so high– you know that I would jump from the plane
if I thought it would make you stay please
Don’t
Leave
Me
June
Baby
Come my love, it’s lonesome
thinking of you up above me on the moon, I know you have people waiting,
June
But what will Johnny think?
He’ll turn to drink and thinking
all the darkest thoughts he’s want to think It is so dark in New York City,
June
And I’m so desperate for a new idea to love, please don’t leave me
I need a new idea to
love
It’s too soon, June.

• Folk
• cowgirl
• indie
• songwriter
• soul
• women
• Oakland