Reflections in the water like shadows in my mind
speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time.
The falling leaves are whispering, winter's on its way
I close my eyes remembering the warmth of yesterday
It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind
and more than that it's ohso sad to see the summer's end.
And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see
if it were mine to make a change, I think I'd let it be.
But I don't remember hearing anybody asking me.
