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 caf'e ,
i never thought i'd see the day ,
but winter is 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 ,
hand in hand from long ago ,
and though their hands are cold they'll love forever ,
even the choir rehearses those songs ,
for christmas is not long ,
and alone , i sing my song , she had to fly ,
out there 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 ,
fly away , fly to me , and if you need my love ,
i'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky ...
i'll come in with the dawn ,
i'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky ,
on the wings of the morn ,
i'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky ,
above the world we'll be flying ,
i'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky ...