Then spring, it passed and summer waned, and then the fall belonged to me,
But still I held you in my arms yet never did I see,
Perhaps the wandering in your eyes, perhaps the slightest chill,
Or heard the voice that called to you beyond some distant hill.
And now the echoes in my soul, they repeat what I know well
That you have gone so far from me without a fond farewell.
And so I pause upon this hill and softly sing this song,
In hopes the wind will hear my heart and whisper where you've gone.
For Love, you are this fleeting thing, oh, so sweet when you are new,
You come like music on the wing, and disappear like dew.
And so I pause upon this hill and softly sing this song,
In hopes the wind will hear my heart and whisper where you've gone.
For Love, you are this fleeting thing, Oh, so sweet when you are new,
You come like music on the wing, and disappear like dew.