When the wind blows by,
I can feel him kiss me,
As he goes by.
When I go to the fields,
I see him next to me,
As he kneels.
The smell of a spring day,
Reminds me of his smile,
But now he's so far away.
For he was called to go,
Far away for a while,
But I asked him not to go.
For the place he went,
I never saw it,
For the place he went.
I never saw him again,
For he is gone,
I want him back again.
What I'm trying to say,
Is that he went to the skies,
Far away.
