Gone are the days of the fog and snow
 And here, here to stay is the old willow.
 And though all the tears have left us dry,
 See! Not a cloud in the sky.
 When we first met a year ago,
 How could we plan, how could we have known?
 Soon came the war, black and blue.
 Will I ever have you?
 And with the devil on my shoulder,
 An angel on the other side,
 Back and fourth:
 "This could all just be a dream."
 "You'll never know unless you try."

 All is well here in the sun,
 Still a shadow haunts me.
 Whispers me lies,
 Says to "run, boy, run.
 Leave it be".