Behind the Sun - Eric Clapton

My love has gone behind the sun;

Since she left, the darkness has begun.

The smile that used to shine on me Is nothing more than a memory.

I see her face, I hear her voice.

She made her move, I had no choice

But walk and cry, wipe tears with my hand,

The one that carries a wedding band.

And the clouds hang low

And the flowers that used to grow

In my heart

Are dying now, dying now.

Dying now.