In the forest by the bridge,
Where the cliffs are so high
And the valley stretches endlessly below.
How lonely the wind blows
Over the forest and flowers
And echoes through the soul.
We shall miss you though
Many never even met you,
Still they think of you as a friend.
Sometimes, we just can’t see past the storm,
And we think that it will never end.
Then how lonely the wind blows,
Oh, how lonely the wind blows,
So goodbye until we meet again.