Fireflies flash, summer solstice
Falling in love in the midnight forest
The intoxication when we recognize
The perfect reflection inside of our eyes
And all of the lifetimes that've led up to this
This cosmic reunion, soul joining kiss
Let's capture this harvest, preserve the divine
As if we could bottle up and somehow freeze time
But nothing stands still in suspense
Time bubbles up and the sweetness ferments into
Juneberry wine, Juneberry wine
Born when our hearts were first falling entwined
Mixed with the essence of honeysuckle vine
Foolishly left to the great hands of time
To sour, ferment and refine
Now what'll I do with all this Juneberry wine?
You left as a ghost, left with no trace
Except the gallons of wine in which our love was encased
It sat in the corner waiting to be strained
But I could not look, I could not face the pain
Til the longest of nights, in the darkest of dark
From the depths of despair in my catacomb heart
I look to the carboy and know that it's time
To strain out the fruit and taste that honey wine
That could never stand still in suspense
'Cause love bubbles up and the sweetness ferments into
Juneberry Wine, Juneberry wine
A bittersweet relic of warm summertime
Mixed with the essence of honeysuckle vine
Foolishly left to the great hands of time
To sour, ferment and refine
Now what'll I do with all this Juneberry wine?
Why, can't the sweetness just stay
Someday you'll return, and you'll drink it with me
And we'll drink to the dream that I dreamed we would be
And I'll curse and I'll praise the stars up above
Know that time is the killer and healer of love
Til then I'll drink to the fireflies and bright summer bliss
Get wasted alone on all the bitterness
Til I taste the beauty of summertime past
Of that decadent honey that was not meant to last
The sweetness won't hold in suspense
The flavor complexifies as it ferments
Juneberry wine, Juneberry wine
I guess that's the best thing you could leave behind
To hint at the essence of the honeysuckle vine
That grows better when trusted to the great hands of time
To sour, ferment and refine
Now what'll I do, with this June berry wine