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