The honey wind blows And the warm days dwindle The butterfly spins a silk cacoon On a silvery spindle. The petals fall From the last red rose The last red rose When the honey wind blows. The petals fall And the summer goes The summer goes When the honey wind blows. --- Instrumental --- The honey wind blows And the days grow colder Somehow the world and I have grown Just a little bit older. I sit alone Where the fire glows The fire glows And the honey wind blows. I sit alone And the good Lord, knows I miss you so When the honey wind blows...
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