The summer winds blew as rapidly as the rush of a river,
When my love met their demise on the darkest night of November.
Not even the greatest soldiers saw the pain coming from a million miles away,
Yet the final battle took my heart and my love as God’s early prey.
Now these days I’m left to sit and cry against the sunrise,
For each new day brings new heartache.
This house is empty and my bedside is cold.
My love is gone and I’m left without a hand to hold.
Their clothes are untouched...I’ve left each belonging in place.
Then I spend the night alone, I still picture their face.
I shall fear to ever find another lover,
My heart belongs to no other.
Here alone, I feel nothing but sorrow.
My lover is gone.
Their heart no longer beats for mine.