I'd had my spring, my summer, and my fall
but sown no seed nor harvested a crop.
I'd lived no life, I'd made no mark at all
no one would notice if my life should stop.
Until you came to me that winter's night
and turned my season round to summer's day.
You filled my life with hours of delight
and gave me much more than I could repay.
But then you left me standing on that shore.
My broken heart all bleeding on the sand.
Condemned to live, while you to glory soar.
Condemned to miss the hand that held my hand.
But I have lived, the memory is plain.
And in Elysium we'll meet again.