From the 1945 musical “Carousel”
Words by Oscar Hammerstein 2nd
Music by Richard Rodgers
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
March went out like a lion
A-whippin’ up the water in the bay
Then April cried and stepped aside
And along come pretty little May
May was full of promises
But she didn’t keep ’em quick enough fer some
And a crowd of doubtin’ Thomases
Was predictin’ that the Summer’d never come
But it’s comin’, by gum, y’ken feel it come
Y’ken feel it in yer heart
Y’ken see it in the ground
Y’ken hear it in the trees
Y’ken smell it in the breeze
Look around, look around, look around
Refrain:
June is bustin’ out all over
All over the meadow and the hill
Buds’re bustin’ outa bushes
And the rompin’ river pushes
Every little wheel that wheels beside a mill
June is bustin’ out all over
The feelin’ is gettin’ so intense
That the young Virginia creepers
Hev been huggin’ the bejeepers
Outa all the mornin’ glories on the fence
Because it’s June, June! June! June!
Jest because it’s June! June! June!
Fresh and alive and gay and young
June is a love song, sweetly sung
Refrain:
June is bustin’ out all over
The saplin’s are bustin’ out with sap
Love he’s found my brother, Junior
And my sister’s even lunier
And my ma is gettin’ kittenish with pap
June is bustin’ out all over
To ladies the men are payin’ court
Lotsa ships are kept at anchor
Jest because the Captains hanker
Fer a comfort they ken only get in port
Because it’s June, June! June! June!
Jest because it’s June! June! June!
June makes the bay look bright and new
Sails gleamin’ white on sunlit blue
Refrain:
June is bustin’ out all over
The ocean is full of Jacks and Jills
With her little tail a-swishin’
Every lady fish is wishin’
That a male would come and grab her by the gills
June is bustin’ out all over
The sheep aren’t sleepin’ any more.
All the rams that chase the ewe sheep
Are determined there’ll be new sheep
And the ewe sheep aren’t even keepin’ score
On accounta it’s June, June! June! June!
Jest because it’s June! June! June!
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: