John DenverFall

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 oh so 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 © 2014