West Wind

Kurt Weil and Ira Gershwin

I had a love and my love was fair,

Fair as a summer's dawn

I lost my love, I never knew where

Suddenly she was gone.

The west wind's purple meadow

The night she slipped away

And I seem to glimpse her steadow

When the west wind brushes the day.



West wind, can you waken my true love

West wind, can you restore a new love

Speak to her softly of the dream we lost

The theme we lost, the gleam we lost.



West wind, can you call back an old love

West wind, can you kindle a cold love

West wind, can the magic of them become out once again

Breathe on the amber,

If I try to remember

Then some day at last we

Can recapture the past