Since You Been Gone

By the bank of a meandering stream underneath the weeping willow tree, Recall the endearing days of our dream like the wily wind, whimsical and free. Then the dark clouds rolled over our sky In the pouring rains you got swept away, The shrubs and the bushes knew not why where and in whose arms you quietly lay. Scouring the skies with the footloose moon, Deep in the woods, across shimmering sea, Oh, my forlorn heart vows to find you soon lest falling prey to cruel time you forget me. Waiting by the stream your name I often call wailing underneath this weeping willow tree all seasons, winter, spring, summer and fall, From this dire fate do come and set me free. "You broke my heart" Nicola Byme contest