The autumn wind
Is blowing near
See the lonesome
Leaves of fear
Falling from trees
That have no more life
Trying to hold on
Yet losing the fight
Hearing it's wind whisper
A lonely sound it cries
Bringing back a memory
Deep down still she lies
As the gold seems to fall
Down from the sky
Memories I'm having
Of our last goodbye
Though the seasons change
The thoghts will stay
Even after the leaves
Finally blow away