As I slept in the night’s sweet, gentle breeze,
My heart forged lies to bring my mind to peace
And you were that wind blowing through the trees,
For I wept when the gust began to cease.

I once said no sea or range could balk me,
From once again looking into your eyes.
And now I view what all blind men can see.
And hate what the happ’est man may despise.

You’ve built a range so high, a sea so deep,
For causes I could not have given you.
And I know it pains us both in our sleep,
That you said we’d not love while doves still coo.

But I recall how our love was back then,
I think of you and those winds blow again