We are now devided by the bluest sea, br Gentle blow of the wind took you away from me, br The brightest star is now out of my sight; br Sun is refusin' to give its light. br br When will the the rainbow bridge our gap? br When will the sun kiss the mountain top? br When will the rain refrain from kissin' my cheeks? br When will the healer alleviate my aches? br br Fog is blockin' the way, br Defoliation is now the suffering of the lonely tree, br The poetic poet lost its word; br The rhymeful poem lost its rhyme. br br The lachrymatories are filled with mourners' tears; br THe mocking bird decided to be a wailer, br Chocolate became more bitter than burned pie, br The dreamers wailed when you said goodbye.