(R. Martin)



The wind swept through the valley

Screaming through the willow up to me

It's mostly quiet here but not today

What will become of me?



Just one touch love and I can see

Your hand's turned cold and stone-like

Our love's only one small part of everything

But love is all we need

Love is all we need -

To make the days mean something

Soft and warm as the the summers here remember?

Gone like the season does

Gone like the season does