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The Honey Wind Blows - New World
The honey wind blows
And the warm days dwindle
The butterfly spins a silk cacoon
On a silvery spindle
The petals fall
From the last red rose
The last red rose
And the honey wind blows
The petals fall
And the summer
Goes
The summer goes
And the honey wind blows
The summer goes
And the honey wind blows
The honey wind blows
And the days grow colder
And some how the world and I have grown
Just that little bit older
I sit alone sit alone
Where the fire glows
The fire glows
And the honey wind blows
I sit alone
And the good Lord knows
I love you so
When the honey wind
Blows
