Knows I need her When I see her In her summer clothes Knows I'll leave her When the leaves turn And the cold wind blows She will wait till Till I get back home We will drink wine In that hidden grove I don't deserve the candles she lights for me Weathered windowsill Where the snow spilled Into the empty room Blackened matchsticks Where the last wick Met its lonesome ruin On the table, lay her faded note Headed south with A broken heart and raincloud hopes Will she remember the candles she lit for me?