There’ll be no Returning to the Old Windmill

Chorus:

There’ll be no returning to the old windmill
where wild lilies grow and moments stand still.
Our kisses are sweet as sap from maple trees
we sit embracing while I believe in you and me.
There’ll be no returning to the old windmill
where wild lilies grow and moments stand still.

Verse I:

The old windmill keeps turning from gusts of wind
blackbirds sit on its eave cawing and flapping wings.
Your smile expresses a lie while searching my eyes
orchard grass bends like I’m in for a big surprise.

Verse II:

What happens to love, why does it diminish in time?
It disappears like the singing of whippoorwill lines.
There’s never a certainty or a promise of eternity
it evaporates like fog into an early morning sky.

Repeat Chorus:

Verse III:

Even mockingbirds appear to be laughing at me
I thought our love was wrapped with love for eternity.
I’ll hold back dreaded tears swelling up in my eyes
I’ll accept to know this is our last ever goodbye.

Repeat Chorus:

Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this song – copyright@2013 – use with permission of the writer only.