Love is storm and wind and tide
all the tears your heart can hold
But I look back after Loss of love
and know the days were gold.
I see on fly shattered skies;
not a ray of light to find
But I look back after Loss of love
and sunlight blinds my mind.
Songs were sung with words as young as May
But in the midst of summer
A chill blew out the flame
Now the words of haunted songs
ring as clear as they did then.
Still I look back after Loss of Love