Seasonal Drifting

The birds outside sing like you do But the birds lack a face of beauty for the melody When that cold, winter breeze rolls on through There's nothing left for me but only memories And she cries until the morning And she cries on through the evening The air carries her vibrations through All the simple minds and all the lonely hearts The flowers blossom, the sun cascades through And that's when your melody, it finally reaches me And she cries until the morning And she cries on through the evening And she cries And she cried until the morning