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I feel the autumn breeze, it steals 'cross my pillow |
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As soft as a will-o'-the-wisp and in its song |
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There is sadness because there's no you |
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The lonely autumn trees, how softly they're sighing |
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'Cause summer is dying, they know that in my heart |
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There's no gladness because there's no you |
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The park that we walked in, the garden we talked in |
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How lonesome they seem in the fall |
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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, we'll kiss and recapture |
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That summertime rapture we knew and from that day |
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Never more will I say, "There's no you" |
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In spring we'll meet again, we'll kiss and recapture |
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That summertime rapture we knew and from that day |
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Never more will I say, "There's no you" |
