A leaf falls dead at my feet lady summer she must sleep,
Across the fields a misty ray sky’s that were blue have now
Turned grey, winter’s on its way.
The cold north wind seems to say put all your summer clothes
Away, upon the ground the leaves decay, winters on its way.
Summer dreams are fading fast. They must be tucked away at
Last, their memories will always glow and keep you going
Through the wind and snow until the new bird comes along and
Sings again her summer song.