I have looked under rocks and in all of the wrong places what I once had with you, now six years past like you it is gone, maybe never to come back have I used it all up? will it ever come again? this mystery of deep love which eludes my heart I hear it in the mourning of the nightingale's song I feel it in the evenings when sitting alone at night it is closest your side is cold what I once had with you now six years past like you it is gone maybe never to come back