Oh where has my good friend gone?
I'm longing for my Autumn song
Since June I irked to hear the tune
Oh where has my good friend gone?

Perhaps he's lost in a shroud of smoke
Or hid behind my flask
Or altogether had a stroke
and rendered me a mask

Perhaps I let him get to close
Or took his time for granted
Perhaps he's wilted as a rose
Whose death the Sun commanded

Perhaps he's still alive and well
Perhaps I'll never know
Or walking lost like me in hell
below a laughing Crow