Flames reflected in the darkness
As the wind blows cold outside
And the nights are drawing in now
So much quicker without you by my side.
The first leaves are falling
The greens are turning brown
Summers last hot gasp is calling
Autumn voice returns with song of golden gowns
Worn by the fields that have given up their harvests
Now bare under the sun that beats on down
The fields of long grass growing
Winter hay to be scythed with sweat and furrowed brow.
I watch the flames as they flicker
Dancing reflections on the wall
Close my eyes and listen
To the sweetest song of all.