Brown blows the autumn wind, quickly fades the green Summer dies, the sweetest death that I have ever seen Walk on down by the water's side, rest in the shade of a tree Hear the echoes of the passing year, as they drift away toward the sea Listen for all of the laughter, warm on a summer's day Memories ice by the winter wind, will fade before next May Climb the crest of a gentle hill, feel a chill in the air Somewhere out there summer's gone, leaving the hillside red So walk your summers with an open eye, listen with an open ear For the leaves that fall and the winds that blow, won't fall, won't blow next year Brown blows the autumn wind, quickly fades the green Summer dies, the sweetest death that I have ever seen
