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I feel the autumn breeze |
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It steals cross my pillow |
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As soft as a will-o'-the-wisp |
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And in it's song there is sadness because |
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There's no you |
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The lonely autumn trees |
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How softly they're sighing |
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For summer is dying they know |
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That in my heart there's no gladness because |
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There's no you |
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The park that we walked in |
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The garden we talked in |
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How lonesome they seem in the fall |
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The stormy clouds hover and falling leaves cover |
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Our favorite nook in the wall |
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In spring we'll meet again |
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We'll kiss and recapture |
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The summertime rapture we knew |
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And from that day never more will I say |
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There's no you |
