Before Love Died

We walked in fields of golden yellow before our love was dead; we waded o'er the flowing streams and crossed the bridge of idle dreams. I believed those words you said before our love was dead. We sat beneath the elm-tree bough before sweet love was done, we sailed upon the ocean blue with fun and laughter all day through. Joy was in the setting sun Before romance was done. But now that you have gone away I cannot face another day... the blues I sing in dark despair I look; and you are never there. Without your kiss I'll have to stay forever under skies of grey.