Chris De Burgh

The cold north wind they call La Bise
Is swirling round about my knees,
Trees are crying leaves into the river;
I'm huddled in this french cafe;
I never thought I'd see the day,
But winter's here and summer's really over,
Even the birds have packed up and gone,
They're flying south with their song,
And my love, she too has gone, she had to fly,
Take care, it's such a lonely sky,
They'll trap your wings my love and hold your flight,
They'll build a cage and steal your only sky,
Fly away, fly to me, fly when the wind is high,
I'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky...
The old cathedral lights are low
She and I we'd often go there
To admire and sometimes kneel in prayer;
Lords and ladies lie in stone,