Seekers Two Summers
The blue sky grows dark now; You're gone, you're gone. The good times have gone with you; You're gone. No use in me wishing; you're far, far away, Far away, away, gone from me. Our love knew two summers, But now you're gone. The days pass to winter; You're gone. Yet often I've wished that time would stand still, Time would stand still, still; you're gone from me. Two summers, two winters, And the time between; Yes, those were the good years, The years of gold and green. Two summers, two winters, And the time between; Yes, those were the good years, The years of gold and green. The warm winds grow cold now; You're gone, you're gone. My love couldn't hold you; You're gone. You were wild as the wind and born to be free, Born to be free, free, And gone from me. And gone from me.
