Autumn
DAN HARTMAN
Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer.....
Autumn, my love's gone with another.....
I can't demand anything of myself now.....
So I guess I'll stay here in New England, for Autumn.
Buildings look tall and gray.....
Birds flying, haven't much to say.....
They all know that it's coming again.....
So I guess they'll stay here in New England, for Autumn, Autumn.....
Did you ever lose something, that you thought you knew?
Did you ever lose someone, who was close to you?
Well I lost my lover..... and my summer too.....
To Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer.....
Autumn, my love's gone with another.....
I can't demand anything of myself now.....
So I guess I'll stay here in New England, For Autumn, Autumn.....
Autumn