The Honey Wind Blows Harry Belafonte

The honey wind blows
And the warm days dwindle
A 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

I sit alone and the good Lord knows
I miss you so when the honey wind blows