The autumn rain is not the same,
Without you by my side,
The falling leaves and empty trees,
Are pointless now you've died,
The snowy hills brought us such thrills,
But now no footprints tread,
The frozen brook, no second look,
Since you have been dead,
The summer nights and it's delights,
Are cold and dull and grey,
The picnic laughs and photographs,
Like you, gone away,
I await the spring and hope I'll sing,
Our song of love again,
I will not stay another day,
In the autumn rain.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
The autumn rain is not the same,
Without you by my side,
The falling leaves and empty trees,
Are pointless now you've died,
The snowy hills brought us such thrills,
But now no footprints tread,
The frozen brook, no second look,
Since you have been dead,
The summer nights and it's delights,
Are cold and dull and grey,
The picnic laughs and photographs,
Like you, gone away,
I await the spring and hope I'll sing,
Our song of love again,
I will not stay another day,
In the autumn rain.
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