these sunny days are growing colder
the trees are shaking their coats from their shoulders
or didn't you know, or haven't you seen the signs
I told my friends you were getting closer
my mother's been praying; my father's been hopeful
I swore I was telling the truth
don't make me a liar
and every night when I fall into bed
I'm staying on my side instead 
of filling all the spaces where your body will lie
and I pray you're safe and happy
I pray the Lord you're soul to keep
and as I drift to sleep, I'm whispering to the sky
good-night my sweet lover
oh, good-night my dear one
I hope the morning finds you in the sun
I will be so jealous of the rain
sneaking through window panes
to touch your face
but I'll be with you before November comes
May to December, January to June
I've been wanting to share some of these months with you
though I went away and winter's always found me warm
still I thought of you like a letter sent
something on its way that I was meant to
hold and so I'm singing to you
through these north west storms
good-night my sweet lover
oh, good-night my dear one
I hope the morning finds you in the sun
and just like confetti leaves riding
the wind to line your streets
I'll be falling fast before November comes
just like confetti leaves riding
the wind to line your street
I'll be falling fast before November comes
these sunny days are growing colder
the trees are shaking their coats from their shoulders
or didn't you know, or haven't you seen the signs