I was sittin' by the old oak tree, Where we carved our names, just you and me. The wind whispers softly through the leaves, Bringing back the love that used to be. Late at night, beneath the stars, I can still feel you in my arms. Though you're gone, you're never far, In the breeze, I hear your heart. Every whisper brings you back, by my side. As the seasons change, you're always near, A silent companion through the years. The wind brings stories of a love once true, Every whisper a piece of you. Though time has passed, and tears have dried, In the wind, your memory resides. Every gust a gentle kiss, From the past, where we find bliss. News from the wind, your voice so clear, Whisperin' words I long to hear. In every breeze, you’re callin' me, From the past, where love used to be. News from the wind, your voice returns, A love that lingers, forever burns. In the rustling leaves, I hear your call, A sweet serenade that conquers all. Under the starlit skies, I dream, Of days gone by, and what they mean. The wind carries whispers, soft and sweet, Of a love that time could not defeat. News from the wind, a love's refrain, In every breeze, I feel your name. Whispering secrets from the past, In my heart, our love will last.