Harry Belafonte — The Honey Wind Blows

The honey wind blows And the warm days dwindle A butterfly spins a silk cocoon On a silvery spindle The petals fall from the last red rose The last red rose when the honey wind blows The petals fall and the summer goes The summer goes when the honey wind blows The honey wind blows And the days grow colder Somehow the world and I have grown Just a little bit older I sit alone where the fire glows The fire glows and the honey wind blows I sit alone and the good Lord knows I miss you so when the honey wind blows I sit alone and the good Lord knows I miss you so when the honey wind blows