When the wind was green at the start of the spring When the wind was green like a living thing It was on my lips and its kiss was fair You were there
When the wind was red like a summer wine When the wind was red like your lips on mine It caressed my face and it tossed my hair You were there
Then came the fall and all of love came tumbling, stumbling down Like leaves that lost to frost and found They were flying, crying In a brown wind dying