
Soft like a feather
Are the hearts
That break before the
Birdsong starts
The dawn that cleaves us
To the day
Where I found you
And lost the way
And though our loving
Falls like rain
The rainbow bows it’s head again
And kneels before the Summer song
Of birds in flight
That now are gone
Please remember all the
Love
The hand that fitted in your glove
Is broken now
And cannot mend
My heart that broke
When you said
End