Coming Through The Rye

Robert? Down to the river Pale as the light Helen? Who could forget her? And underneath the autumn sky We'll carry her on through the rye The mother weeps To the wind she speaks The way that it was then The wake away Was only yesterday She still walked along there And underneath the autumn sky We'll carry her on through the rye Robert? Down to the river Pale as the light Helen? Who could forget her? Who could forget her? Who could forget her?