Listen to the wind a’blowin, rushing through the leaves

You can hear the birds a’singing up there in the trees

The woman down below walks slowly, flowers to her breast

She’s brought them to me every week, since they laid me down to rest

It’s been ten long years this Tuesday, since I took her as my bride

And nine long years of those, she hasn’t had me by her side

To warm her and to lift her up, like a husband should

But she knows I tried my best, and did all that I could

She knows it’s me that’s in the wind, whisper’n in her ears

And she knows I’m in the soft green grass, catching all her tears

And when the sunshine falls on her, and warms her from above

She knows I’m there, holding her, in the warm embrace of love

She knows as all young widows do, I cannot leave this place

But that I can see her, and the smile on her face

She wears it for me when she comes, though her heart still mourns

For she knows it keeps from me all those regretful thorns

That oft appear beside the graves where bitterness does bloom

And so she brings fresh flowers, to love and hold her groom

And so our love still burns within us, warming up the clay

That separates her hands from mine, and holds me back until the day

The day when she will join me here, nevermore to grieve

But to listen with me to the wind rush through the leaves