The wind blew for your presence
Bringing back to these shores
The fragile touch of autumn

Painting the black of night
With cruel december moonlight

Swallows with broken wings
Fill the air with melancholy
A caress of coldest spring

The wind blew for your presence
Bringing back to these woods
The dreadful touch of winter

Echoes carried by the breeze
Of words left unspoken

Silently descending from the sky
Silently unveiling all the lies
Our trusted lies