Written by Roger McGuinn and Jacques Levy. When I awake you will be gone. Shady tomorrow. I want to go where will you be. So I'll stay home letting my hair grow long. And I will be waiting for you. While fire burns summer is gone. Winter is sorrow. And time don't mean nothing to me. When only the owls (hours??) listen to hear my songs. And I will be walking in dew. And I will be waiting for you. Some people say love goes away. Not mine. A rose is left for your cheeks. I will borrow. And find a place for you to see. A sash of blue tells me your love is strong. Each spring my life starting anew. And I will be waiting for you.