I see my love in the set of the sun, Lord
I taste her lips, on the white glass thin
I feel her touch, in the fall of the rain, Lord
And I hear her voice, in the call of the wind
Let the rain go on falling
Bring a tear to my eye
Keep the wind blowing freely
Bring her back how I cry
I knew my love but a year and an evening
I loved her true as each end must begin
You took her face from the set of the sun, Lord
But you ll not take her voice, from the call of the wind

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN