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Prepare you sweet flowers, for winter advances |
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And drink well the sunlight that touches your form. |
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Draw strength from the earth and repay her with beauty, |
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For the dark days are comin', oh, and they'll do you harm. |
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When the chill eastern winds replace summer breezes, |
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And the long summer days are remembered no more, |
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Then you'll know how it feels when a woman's love changes, |
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When at last she has told you she loves you no more. |
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I saw her today, when she walked with her new love, |
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In all the fine places that we'd walked before. |
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They kissed by the rocks where she told me she loved me, |
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And soon she'll be using those same words once more. |
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There's none that could blame me for wanting her beauty, |
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But it lies like a snowflake in the hands of a child. |
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When the warmth of my love tried to reach out and hold her, |
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It's then she was gone, to prove she's still wild. |
