It was early in May when he drifted my way

Like a thistle that blows in the breeze;

This remarkable stranger said "Stephen's my name--

Do you think I could stay with you, please?"

Oh, his eyes were sincere and his timing was right,

So I heard myself answer "OK!"

But before it could start, every beat of my heart told me

STEPHEN WAS BLOWIN' AWAY.

  

So my stranger and I spent our June and July

Chasing rainbows and paintin' the sky;

Havin' nothin' but fun under moonlight and sun;

With emotions incredibly high.

And for once in my life I was totally free,

We were loving like children at play;

But I couldn't deny that the look in his eye told me

STEPHEN WAS BLOWIN' AWAY.

  

The fate the thistle lies in the summer breeze

To carry it who-knows-where, to take it away.

I reach for the thistle, dreaming it's just for me;

A breeze comes from who-knows-where, and carries my dream away.

  

Well, we greeted September with vows to remember

Our summertimes leaves turning brown;

We were wanting it all as we tumbled through fall,

So we talked about settling down;

And I woke up one morning and found he was gone,
And I wondered what took him so long.

Like a thistle that's teased by a warm summer breeze,

STEPHEN WAS BLOWIN' AWAY.