The wind is swaying the trees and sweeping away
the days of our love ancient and washed out they seem
like withered leaves they have been swept away
when I think about them they just seem a dream
fearful the sound of it like the voice of truth
that you are forever gone ,sweet the sound
of it on my skin when of you I think and of your truth
when I imagine that it is your caress and your arms of me are around
Oh evil wind from the north be kind ,let me be light like a feather
carry me away on a cloud carry me to him floating in the sky
even if our skies are grey let us not fear the terrible weather
of our lives give us the strengh to love eachother and with all our might try
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