I see my love in the set of the sun, Lord I taste her lips, on the white glass thin I feel her touch, in the fall of the rain, Lord And I hear her voice, in the call of the wind X 2 Let the rain go on falling Bring a tear to my eye Keep the wind blowing freely Bring her back how I cry I knew my love but a year and an evening I loved her true as each end must begin You took her face from the set of the sun, Lord But you ll not take her voice, from the call of the wind