The blue sky grows dark now;

You're gone, you're gone.

The good times have gone with you;

You're gone.

No use in me wishing; you're far, far away,

Far away, away, gone from me.

Our love knew two summers,

But now you're gone.

The days pass to winter;

You're gone.

Yet often I've wished that time would stand still,

Time would stand still, still; you're gone from me.

Two summers, two winters,

And the time between;

Yes, those were the good years,

The years of gold and green.

Two summers, two winters,

And the time between;

Yes, those were the good years,

The years of gold and green.

The warm winds grow cold now;

You're gone, you're gone.

My love couldn't hold you;

You're gone.

You were wild as the wind and born to be free,

Born to be free, free,

And gone from me.

And gone from me.