That cold North wind they call La Bize 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 When winter's here and summer's nearly over Even the birds have packed up and gone They're flying south with this 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 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