Twenty Years (Do Skylarks Sing in the Winter?)

And so, it’s done.
Vanished into the ether,
It’s been and gone,
You said you’d always be there.
The sun has set,
The source the world relies on,
Has packed and left,
Beneath the horizon.
And dreams of kingfishers and nightingales and swans and skylarks too,
Just like that they have all disappeared from view.
And so, this is me,
A heart as heavy as a stone,
So solitary,
Walking this road alone.
The sky is black,
The distant song of the skylark
Fades like my soul,
Which like the sky is getting dark.
And dreams of kingfishers and nightingales and swans and cygnets too,
Just like that they have all disappeared from view.
For twenty trips around the sun,
I was sure you were the one,
I was sure that this would be
Something for eternity.
I must have made a grave mistake,
I can’t have tried hard enough,
But I will bear this heartache,
I’ve had my fill of being in love.
And dreams of kingfishers and nightingales and swans and skylarks too,
Just like that they have all disappeared from view.
For twenty trips around the sun,
I was sure you were the one,
I was sure that this would be
Something for eternity.
Now I’ve got nothing to share,
I just assumed you’d always be there,
And I just realised my fears,
It only took me twenty years.