He was my north, my south, my east, my west
My working and my Sunday rest
My moon, my midnight
I thought that love would last forever
I was wrong
You can call me through the rain
But if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain
You can call me through the snow
It sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show
Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows
But when we're safe in glory, there's no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows
They say red rose is a faith
I say – life's too short to wait
What else can I say, I don't know, I don't know
But I know, but I know, but I know – our river of love stops to flow
And when we're safe in glory, there's no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows