A old man remembers his lost love.

The lightening flashes,
The thunder crashes
The rain of his heart,
Comes pouring down.

Somewhere up North,
In that sleepy little town,
Memories of a lost love,
Left behind comes back around.

He tries hard,
To hide his pain,
He calls out her name,
Lord, he calls it out in vane.

She just could not live,
With all his hurt and pain,
He reaches for her picture,
It sits on the stand,
Beside his bed,
He goes nearly crazy,
Almost out of his head,

He reaches for the bottle,
That sits upon the shelf,
It cannot heal,
Or take away his pain,
With the help of its spirits,
It might erase her name.

The lightening flashes,
The thunder crashes,
The rain of his old heart,
Comes pouring down,
Yes, somewhere up north,
The memories of a lost love,
Comes back around,