Autumn

There is a wind where the rose was Cold rain where sweet grass was And clouds like sheep, stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was Where the lark was Naught gold where your hair was Naught warm where your hand was But phantom's forlorn beneath the thorn Your ghost where your face was Where your face was Sad winds where your voice was Tears, tears where my heart was And ever with me, child, ever with me Silence where hope was Where hope was There is a wind where the rose was There is a wind where the rose was