Across the morning sky
All the birds are leaving
And they know
it's time for them
to go home
Before the winter fire
will still be dreaming
Sad deserted
shore Your fickle friends are leaving
And you know it's time for them to go But I will still be here
And I'm not going
While my love is near me
And I know it will be so
Till it's time for you to go
So come the storms of winter And the birds in spring again
I do not fear the time
