The Wind - June Christy

The wind is cold, I turn up my collar in vain

The night is still, the wind’s only whirling in my brain

«You fool, you fool!», it whispers with a sigh

«Don't you know your love has gone for ever

Why did you ever say goodbye?»

And so he’s gone, a memory has taken his place

These empty arms are holding a ghost in their embrace

I’m all alone, I know it’s over now, and yet

The cold wind always will remind me

Of the things I can’t forget!

I’m all alone, I know it’s over now, and yet

The cold wind always will remind me

Of the things I can’t forget!

The wind is cold!