Like the Wind on a Winter s Day
Love used to be the answer.
Now it s a painful question.
Are you staying, or are you blowing away&
Like the wind on a winter s day?
Love was the whisper of Springtime,
Sighing around us so softly.
Our rose-colored sky is turning grey,
Like the wind on a winter s day,
Summertime love full of laughter,
Firing our bodies and our dreams.
Sensuous hot August passion,
Turns cold like December snow& on our skin.
Love is like ice on your fingers&
Burning and freezing at once.
Goodbye is a chilly word to say&
Like the wind on a winter s day.
Love is a Springtime illusion&
Wedding bells ringing in June.
Later, they toll for the heartbreak&
Like the wind on a winter s day.
1984
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