Lyric

The autumn leaves turn to gold

And the wind gets a little cold

You bid me adieu, but I can't hear it well

It makes me blue, my heart will surely be swell

To the end of September, It's almost time

The sunset turns to the sky to flame

The whisper of the leaves bewilder my waiting game

The sky is filled with stars

The sparkle in your eyes

What a lovely sight

Before the winter comes, before the glitter fades

I've got something to tell you

Don't bid me adieu