The blue sky grows dark now;  You're gone, you're gone.  The good times have gone with you;  You're gone.  No use in me wishing; you're far, far away,  Far away, away, gone from me.  Our love knew two summers,  But now you're gone.  The days pass to winter;  You're gone.  Yet often I've wished that time would stand still,  Time would stand still, still; you're gone from me.  Two summers, two winters,  And the time between;  Yes, those were the good years,  The years of gold and green.  Two summers, two winters,  And the time between;  Yes, those were the good years,  The years of gold and green.  The warm winds grow cold now;  You're gone, you're gone.  My love couldn't hold you;  You're gone.  You were wild as the wind and born to be free,  Born to be free, free,  And gone from me.  And gone from me.