Love is storm and wind and tide, all the tears your heart can hold, But I look back after Loss of love and know the days were gold.
I see on fly shattered skies; not a ray of light to find, But I look back after Loss of love and sunlight blinds my mind.
Songs were sung with words as young as May, But in the midst of summer, winter came; A chill blew out the flame, Now the words of haunted songs ring as clear as they did then.
Still I look back after Loss of Love, and live to love again, live to love again.
Love is storm and wind and tide, all the tears your heart can hold, But I look back after Loss of love and know the days were gold.
I see on fly shattered skies; not a ray of light to find, But I look back after Loss of love and sunlight blinds my mind.
Songs were sung with words as young as May, But in the midst of summer, winter came; A chill blew out the flame, Now the words of haunted songs ring as clear as they did then.
Still I look back after Loss of Love, and live to love again, live to love again.
