The last time you came around here, it was to rescue me
You arrived just in time with your customary flair
You rode through the rain all the way from Castellain
With the wind, and the wind, oh, the wind, ah, the wind in your hair

After that, nothing ever really hurt again
Nothing ever really hurt, not even ordinary pain
As we’d sit, you and me, by the great aching sea
In the rain, in the rain, and the rain, oh, the rain, oh, the rain

And I will always love you
With the wind, with the wind, with the wind, oh, the wind in your hair

Who are these gods that you now defend?
And what purpose do they serve now, at the end of time?
That we lay on our beds, with the rain on our heads
And my hand, searching for your hand, searching for my hand
Searching for your hand, searching for mine

And I will always love you
And I will always love you
And I will always, I will always love you
And I will always love you