The Honeywind Blows
Fred Hellerman, Fran Minkoff
The honey wind blows
And the warm days dwindle
The butterfly spins a silk cocoon
On a silvery spindle
The petals fall from the last red rose
The last red rose when the honey wind blows
The petals fall and the summer goes
The summer goes when the honey wind blows
The honey wind blows
And the days grow colder
Somehow the world and I have grown
Just a little bit older
I sit alone where the fire glows
The fire glows and the honey wind blows
I sit alone and the Good Lord knows
I miss you so when the honey wind blows
When the honey wind blows
When the honey wind blows