You may think that i'm gone

You may think that i'm gone

In the dark bitter days of winter
when the winds blows colder
And you desire sunshine to break away the gloom
Gardens are devoid of colour
And on the sight of an old barren tree
You may think that i'm gone
But your fears are wrong,
cos i'll always be around
I'll be the sweet song of the cuckoo greeting you at dawn,
be the intoxicating fragrance of the rose numbing your senses
I'll be the wind playing gayly with your silky locks
be the raindrop on your moist lips
I'll be the soothing moonlight to put you to sound sleep
be the brightest shining star guiding your path, whenever darkness threatens to claim you
You may think that i'm gone
But your fears are wrong
Cos i'll always be around