Now summer's passed and autumn is at handThere's a chill creepin' underneath the doorThere's a west winter wind blowing cold across the plainWhere the warm summer's south and blue beforeAnd I stand at your doorway and I findThat the good times we knew are far behindAnd the wind from the west drives the golden fires of summerOut of sight, out of mindOnce I said I'd stay on till the sun no longer shoneTill the wind had turned from warm to winter's chillThen if fancy should move me, I might as well be goneOr there again, I just might remainHere stillBut with the change in the wind I'll carry onAnd I know I'll forget you when I'm goneBecause the moment that I turn my back on youI've left you far behindOut of sight, out of mindNow I stand set to go in your doorwayAnd I know I may well never pass this way againBut there's someone who'll comeAnd will fill the space I leaveAnd you won't be rememberin' me thenSo let the word you say be kindAnd may good thoughts be your guideAnd may the only thought you findFor as the years hurry byYou will find the facesYou banished in the nightOut of sight, out of mind