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