Summer days turn cold,
summer leaves turn to gold,
summer love gone to sea.
Summer birds sound their cry,
restless wings beat the sky
in their flight from the winter's decree.
Empty room where she slept,
near the shelf where she kept
her dreams and her fears.
Empty space where she lay,
with her head turned away
as the dawn kissed the leaves with its tears.
The threats of all lives have become so ingrained,
the weave of their fable lies closed round my mind,
and the wonder of her standing there by the shore
comes back to my mind as I pass by her door.
Empty street where we walked,
shadow bridge where we talked in the dusk and the rain.
Crimson clouds gone to grey,
mourned the dead of day as the shadows went softly insane.
Autumn leaves gone to brown,
morning frost chilled the town with its crystal and shroud.
Its long icy hands freeze the light from the glint,
summer's face now is lost in the crowd.
The threats of all lives have become so ingrained,
the weave of their fable lies closed round
my mind,
and the wonder of her standing there by
the shore comes back to my mind as I pass
by her door.
The threats of all lives have become so ingrained,
the weave of their fable lies closed round
my mind,
and the wonder of her standing there by the shore comes
back to my mind as I pass
by her door.