Whistling through the leaves and branches of trees,
The very promises I made to you;
All of the muffled cries and silent pleas
Hoping to reach the ears of my love true;
Within our two souls, the life still thrumming
As I tread our only path to return;
You will soon become my unbecoming
And the breeze will know of my yearn;
Never will it have graced a pair of ears
With such gentle desire as it now does,
Or have been enough to evoke such tears
If our love cannot be as it once was;
The wind shall whisper to you, I miss you;
Darling, will you tell me what secrets blew?