The Honey Wind Blows

The honey wind blows

And the warm days dwindle

The butterfly spins a silk cacoon

On a silvery spindle.

The petals fall

From the last red rose

The last red rose

When the honey wind blows.

The petals fall

And the summer goes

The summer goes

When the honey wind blows.

The honey wind blows

And the days grow colder

Somehow the world and I have grown

Just a little bit older.

I sit alone

Where the fire glows

The fire glows

And the honey wind blows.

I sit alone

And the good Lord, knows

I miss you so

When the honey wind blows...