As autumn leaves were falling
My true love’s voice came calling
I heard her by the bay
Where we’d once gone to stay
As wild west wind was blowing
I had no way of knowing
This voice was just a dream
Not real, like rock or stream
As heart of mine was aching
My mind it was mistaking
The wind, for voice I knew
Of girl: my first love true
As sun so low was lying
And day was nearly dying
Down on this Cornish Coast
I heard my true love’s ghost
As moon rose o’er the ocean
Was pain and deep devotion
That conjured up the sound
Of girl, laid in the ground
As sea it ceased from roaring
And slept, like gulls, not cawing
That still small voice, she sighed
And in the darkness died.