  Leaves are turning and fastly falling, Autumn days are drawing near; Birds have ceased their summer singing, All the world seems sad and drear. No more blossoms of the flowers, No more fragrance smelling so sweet; Long sunny days are growing shorter, Crickets their autumn’s call repeat. Days of sighing and meditation, Saddest days of all the year; Nature even looks sad and lonely, All the world seems sad and drear. Autumn winds are gently blowing, Thru the branches of the trees; Whistling a farewell song to summer, Playing a tune among the leaves. Katydids are cheerfully singing, Bidding summer days good-bye; O it makes us feel so lonely, Till we sit alone and sigh. Farewell! farewell! dear old summer, Once more we have seen you go; But before your next returning, What will befall us, no one knows. Tho’ we trust again to see you, And rememberance of you will be with us still; With our hearts we shall gladly greet you, If it is the Master’s will. Farewell! farewell! long days of summer, A song of sadness we’ll sing so true; Summer days shall never be forgotten, Farewell! farewell! O summer to you. |
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