  When the leaves have all turned brown And through the autumn breeze They come sailing to the ground, This tells me that summer is gone. Left in the garden is one single rose, Its a sad token that every one knows, Oh! how my heart does sorrowfully swell, When that rose begins to tell that summer is gone. Now I’ve roamed and tried to find Some place to hide my sorrow behind, But where’er I go Mother nature says so, that summer is gone. Where are the little birds And their music I heard? They fly side by side To a place that provides, when summer is gone. The beautiful sun’s hidden behind the clouds And my poor heart almost speaks aloud, To have it return It would cease to yearn, but summer is gone. |
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