Written by Margaret Muthee
Gone away with the winds…
Winds that sway the trees.
Trees…they remind me of a past,
When I was sure our love would last.
Quick you are to accuse,
As if in a court of appeal.
You say our love to impress I dress.
Too soon you forget,
How you said you’d never regret,
Having me in your life.
You were vocal my love,
You professed your love to the world.
Still want you to be like a dove,
But on our love wild.
This way I’ll know,
That even when there’s snow,
You still are my one and true love!