Miss you most of all
When those autumn leaves start to fall
Drifting by my window, come up over the wall
Why does a good thing have to end, cant see it happen where and when
Or the cycyling change can be so cruel, i got no one to blame im just a fool
Hold on they keep on telling me something goods gonna come
The red and gold has put its spell on me, and old man winters gonna come,
You know he keeps on blocking out the sun.
Miss you most of all, when they burn those bonfires tall
Smoke and ashes fill the air, and the harvesters are everywhere
No time to waste, let’s drink the wine
Don’t let the fruit rot on the vine, when the sun is a big and fiery ghost
You know that is the time when I miss you most
They say hold on they keep on telling me, something goods gonna come
The red and gold has put its spell on me, and old man winters gonna come,
You know he keeps on blocking out the sun.
Cold wind is howling and theres dampness creeps in our bones
Seasons change, why didn’t we
Come on, bring back summer back to me
Hold on they keep on telling me something goods gonna come
The red and gold has put its spell on me, and old man winters gonna come,
You know he keeps on blocking out the sun.
Tell me why does he always have to come
