As an autumn breeze
In turning trees,
Your figure outlined
By the sun,
Hair backlit
And each strand
Dancing
Such days
Seldom come
Or end
Romancing,
But ours was one…
And you, my Love,
Are still my sullen sun
Your figure outlined
By the sun,
Hair backlit
And each strand
Dancing
Such days
Seldom come
Or end
Romancing,
But ours was one…
And you, my Love,
Are still my sullen sun