The summer leaves are dying now the grass is turning brown
It won't be long before the year closes down with snow on the ground
We traveled past dead leaves on the way to our graduation prom
As i sung a song I wrote especially while holding you
In my two loving arms. It was a real hard hitting winter
That really kept us on the go  and I guess that I won't need
that old nickname that everyone used to know that being tagged
Slow Joe