before love died

we walked in fields of golden yellow
before our love was dead,
we waded over the flowing streams
and crossed the bridge of idle dreams.
I believed those words you said
before our love was dead.

we sat beneath the gulmohar-tree bough
before sweet love was done,
we sailed upon the ocean blue
with fun and laughter all day through.
joy was in the setting sun
before romance was done.

but now that you have gone away
I cannot face another day,
the blues I sing in dark despair
I look and you are never there.
without your kiss I’ll have to stay
forever under skies of grey.