[perfect production quality] [chorus] You may see in that slight breeze all that it means but you are leaving me [instrumental] [verse] Shot down by a bolt of angel blues Broken back on frozen shores Thread bare heart Tattered Torn Hope Diminishing without you You Who are Whoever you are. [bridge] Those Fertile Fields of love Now Barren wind Worn Dust Eroded by violent jealous floods Washed Away are those gardens of our love [instrumental] [verse] One last sheath of grass remains A testament of our days Bent against a lonely wind's tormented refrain Beaten down by heart broken rain struggleing against the torrent of our last days [instrumental] [verse] Take one look back at the ungathered lonely crop Before winter's winds bring our story to a stop for one last moment Alone Before time reaps a harvest of our love
