Autumn - Carla Bruni

There is a wind where the rose was

Cold rain where sweet grass was

And clouds like sheep

Stream o’er the steep

Grey skies where the lark was

Nought gold where your hair was

Nought warm where your hand was

But phantom, forlorn

Beneath the thorn

Your ghost where your face was

Sad winds where your voice was

Tears, tears where my heart was

And ever with me

Child, ever with me

Silence where hope was