The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
and darker days are drawing near,
the winter winds will be much colder,
now you`re not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
and one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them,
now you`re not here
like the sun through the trees you came to love me
like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
through autumns golden gown we used to kick our way
you always loved this time of year
those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
cos you`re not here x 3
like the sun through the trees you came to love me
like a leaf on a breeze you blew away