Nov 2017
She b l e w me away,
Like the winter winds.
F l e w me to her eyes,
Where the sirens sing.
And I could not help,
But love her song.
The sweet serenade,
Of times since gone.
Like the winter winds.
F l e w me to her eyes,
Where the sirens sing.
And I could not help,
But love her song.
The sweet serenade,
Of times since gone.
And so the times have vanished
Without me,
And I,
Left behind, to yearn the past.
Without me,
And I,
Left behind, to yearn the past.
