In days gone by the wind blew soft and new,
Just like a lover’s soft caressing kiss.
But now the wind is cold and that’s the truth.
Oh why, are zephyrs bare of all of this?
You’ve torn away the forests from the streams,
Erasing all the right from all the wrong:
If nature knows what’s really best for me,
Why did she steal the chorus from my songs?
We used to dance until the sun would shine.
You opened up my soul and set me free,
But now you’re gone, and music makes me cry.
Your void has taken all my melody.
You showed me how to feel the songs I hear,
Now music is too sad without you near.