And ever with me, child, ever with me
Where hope was
Sad winds where your voice was
Grey skies where the lark was
Where your face was
Where the lark was
There is a wind where the rose was
Naught warm where your hand was
And clouds like sheep, stream o'er the steep
Your ghost where your face was
Naught gold where your hair was
Tears, tears where my heart was
Silence where hope was
But phantom's forlorn beneath the thorn