The wind is blowing in from collection of autumn leaves In a bag of gold Those memories slip into my mouth Waiting for the dawn to come I love it when the wind is cold Reminds me to fly away The sky is blue to kiss the clouds For the sad face of the winter I wonder if my heart misses you So that in the afternoon I can remember The wind is blowing in from collection of autumn leaves For a day, for a place to wait The wind is blowing in from collection of autumn leaves In a bag of gold Those memories slip into my mouth Waiting for the dawn to come I love it when the wind is cold Reminds me to fly away The sky is blue to kiss the clouds For the sad face of the winter I wonder if my heart misses you So that in the afternoon I can remember The wind is blowing in from collection of autumn leaves For a day, for a place to wait For a day, for a place to wait For a day, for a place to wait