He thought of you today,
Early; at the break of day.
Why you didn't stay.
Is hard to say.

His words were misunderstood,
Now he guesses you're gone for good.
And he would cry, if he could.
Or try to call, he really should.

Now in the heat of late June,
He faces the winter of his soul.
His heart beats to another tune.
Don't you know he loves you so.

Winter of his soul;
Like a rocky barren field.
Where nothing will grow.
A pain no armor will shield.

Have mercy on him Lord,
His heart has been pierced by a sword.
His love has gone away.
And he thought of her early at the break of day.