That cold North wind they call La Bize
Is swi rling 'round about my knees
Trees are crying leaves into the river
I'm huddl ed in this French cafe
I nev er thought I'd see the day
When win ter's here and summer's nearly o ver
Even the bi rds have packed up and gone
They're flying so uth with this song
And my lo ve, she too has gon e
She had to fl y, take care
It's such a lon ely sky
The y'll trap your wings, my love, and hold your flight
The y'll build a cage and steal your onl y sky
Fl y away, fly to me, fly when the win d is high
I'm sail ing beside you in your lonely sky
The old cathedral lights are low
She and I we'd often go
To admire and sometimes kneel in prayer
Lords and ladies lying in stone
Hand in hand from long ago
Though their hands are cold, their love's forever
Even the choir rehearses those songs
For Christmas is not long
And my love, she too has gone
She had to fly, out there