We planned for summer's endless run But spring was come before begun
You left with words still in your eyes
Like leaves that fall before goodbyes
Leaves fell too soon before our turn
We watched the fire,
forgot to burn
What could have been just slipped away Like golden dusk at end of day
Our favorite bench beneath the tree Still once for you,
but not for me
The swing is still,
the air is thin Where laughter once had danced within
Leaves fell too soon before our turn
We watched the fire,
forgot to burn
What could have been just slipped away Like golden dusk at end of day
I traced the roots of what we had
Not all of what was good or bad
But still I walk those silent trails
Where every breeze brings back details
Leaves fell too soon before our turn
We watched the fire,
forgot to burn
What could have been just slipped away Like golden dusk at end of day