Leaves are changing colors, collecting when they hit the ground.
I don’t think fall would be quite as pretty if you weren’t around.
Nights are getting colder, light a fire, won’t you hold me dear?
Won’t you hold me close?
Winters just ahead and trees are glaring at the ground below.
For stealing all their leaves while they’re left naked except for some snow.
We’re building men that soon will melt and be forgotten but we can’t-
We can’t forget these times.
I know, I’m home.
The sun regains it’s confidence and lets the birds come out and sing
Greeting all the flowers and the trees back in time for the spring
I’ll grab my boots and darling, take my hand and we’ll go for a walk
And be gone for some time.