Sanoja: Feist. Let It Die. Now At Last.

( Blossom Dearie )

Now at last I know
What a fool I've been
For have lost the last love
I should ever win

Now at last I see
How my heart was blind
To the joys before me
That I left behind

When the wind was fresh
On the hills
And the stars were new in the sky
And the lark was held in the still
Where was I
Where was I

When the spring is cold
Where do robins go
What makes winter lonely
Now at last I know

When the wind was fresh
On the hills
And the stars were new in the sky
And the lark was held in the still
Where was I
Where was I

When the spring is cold
Where do robins go
What makes winter lonely
Now at last I know