Long ago, December's cold left you asleep in my arms
On that rocky coast, the tides that rose
Your breath was warm like the sun's glow

We got along, but then I was gone
And I left you there in the gray haze
I said "I'll see you soon, when the Rhodies bloom
Because I won't lose my hope for you"

But these flowers for you, these coneflowers for you
They wilt in the garden they grew
As gray as the day of winter's break
And pale as that ghost I once knew

Now I'm back, where the green waves crash
The rocky swells can't wear away
The ghost of the coast in my gray-shingled home
She haunts where those old Rhodies grow

And these flowers for you, these coneflowers for you
They wilt in the garden they grew
As gray as the day of winter's break
And pale as that ghost I once knew
As gray as the day of winter's break
And pale as that ghost I once knew

But I grew them for you, where the Rhodies bloom
I grew these old coneflowers for you

But I grew them for you, where the Rhodies bloom
I grew these old coneflowers for you