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I have cried this lonely winter,

for e'er my love is gone.

I shall search and search to find her,

Never to prevail.



I pack my bags, I'm goin'

to find what I have lost,

but there are things that aren't forgotten.

My love, you're in my heart.



I will sail all the oceans;

I will climb every tree;

I will search the whole world over

'til I return to thee.



I shall leave this lonely winter,

for e'er my love is gone.

She has left and gone forever,

Never to return.



Her smile brought the sunrise;

Her laughter soothed the soul;

The crops grew just to please her;

and the rain fell when she died.



That year, it was a hard one,

Not many would survive,

But none are so dearly missed

As my love to all alive.



I left that lonely winter,

for e'er my love was gone

where none would dare to follow.

None but I, her love.