the moon that rose now descended

and the love once shared now had ended

and soon the day would come



and when the day had come

the light that fell at dawn was cold

the warmth of you had gone

a taste of loneliness

cut through the earliness

and oh the winds sang of you

softly they said

all of my favorite dreams were dead

leaving a cloud of sadness in my head

and though i´m buried in

a sad song of the morning wind

i know the day would bring

another song for me to sing



but when the day had come

the light that fell at dawn was cold

the warmth of you had gone

go-o-o-ne