On those days when skies are gray - And wind blows through the trees - I often wonder where you are, and if you think of me - I shiver in those morning winds - I sometimes want to cry - And I often hope my feelings will someday pass me by - When rain drops lightly pierce the sky and soak into the leaves - It sometimes feels like yesterday, and I think your still with me - I shiver in those morning winds - I sometimes want to die - And I often hope my memories will someday pass me by