As the leaves change from green to gold,
And the sky from blue to black,
The shy emerge to loud and bold,
I'm all that's holding back,
As the autumn comes and greets us
In its cold winds and its cheer,
I begin to lose my trust
Of myself, this time of year,
The days are getting shorter,
When I breathe, I see my breath,
And I'm still seeing horrors
Premonitions of my death,
The autumn does bring harvest times,
And happiness and lust,
But autumn brings the children's cries,
And the losses of our trust,
For summer has deserted me
And winter has arrived,
So I no longer like the leaves,
When they change to gold, I cry.
