The wind whispers your name to me
The river lulls me with its mystery
Trees bending, swaying in a wild harmony
This is the land that I have loved

Soft gentle rain tap tapping on the panes
Geese honking saying winder time is coming
Gone are the stifling days of summer
Gone are the splashings in the lake for fun

The smell of snow is in the air
No more frogs croaking no more fireflies
Falling leaves rustling leaving branches bare
Shorter days in which to wander

Gone too soon was the summer
Gone to the wild flowers in the meadow
Gone lazy days of hammock laying
Or having time to just let your mind wander

Gone too too soon was the summer