The honeywind 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
And the honeywind blows

The petals fall
And the summer goes
The summer goes
And the honeywind blows

The summer goes
And the honeywind blows

The honeywind blows
And the days grow colder
And somehow the world and I have grown
Just that little bit older

I sit alone
Where the fire glows
The fire glows
And the honeywind blows
I sit alone
And the good Lord knows
I love you so
When the honeywind blows

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Writer(s): FRED, HELLERMAN, MINKOFF