My friend, she's gone awaynAnd left us here to staynAnd I understandnI donnYou write and think of hernAbout whatever may occurnWe ask the clouds in the skynWe donnWhen you were here you didn't feed usnWhen you passed by it hit usnYou are the one who knewnThe only hidden truthnnWe write and think of hernAbout whatever may occurnWe ask the clouds in the skynWe donnWhen you were here you didn't feed usnWhen you passed by it hit usnYou are the one who knewnThe only hidden truthnnThirty-four and I am hardly beginning to understandnWhat this is all aboutnDo you think you will be able to forgive me?nDo you?