The ghostly winds of a lonely spring,
what new heartbreaks did you now bring?
Your songs always play the melancholy tunes,
of lovers and poets and of deserts and dunes.
You bring forth a longing for that special night,
like a mother’s embrace or a glowing warm light.

The ghostly winds of a lonely spring,
what new heartbreaks did you bring?
Have you brought news of my romance’s demise,
or would a budding new intimacy arise?
You seize the hearts of the young and the
old,
whisper the stories of love, that remains untold.

The ghostly winds of a lonely spring,
what new heartbreaks did you bring?
Have you brought back the letters of my sweetheart,
the evenings of fondness we couldn’t stay apart?
You ran like a free spirit through her flowing hair,
as I kept on her feet my life, all vulnerable and bare.