The Golden Bough

Only see you in the summertime
When the weather’s fine
You disappear when the cold wind blows
Creep inside my mind
Then I realize…
There’s no one waiting for
The wish we made by our window
Never left my side
Saw you walk across the lonely tracks
Far beyond my eye
Rode the from The Golden Bough
To the mountainside
I watched you running with the buttercups
In a field of lies