Every time its fall I see brown leaves and cry Not for the fear of death Not for the chilly breath Not for winter nigh There is another gall The you left me naked Like a tree, branches bare Against the blue of sky Fingering the cloud of lie The barren heart and stare Truth before us naked Will spring bring leaves again Will the river laugh still With our bare feet on its face Will your kiss linger on my taste Full of wonder and thrill While memory writhe in pain?