Reflections in the water like shadows in my mind
Speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time
The falling leaves are whispering, “Winter’s on it’s way”
I close my eyes, remembering the warmth of yesterday

It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind
And more than that, it’s, oh, so sad to see the summer end
And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see
If it were mine to make the change, I think I’d let it be
But I don’t remember hearing anybody asking me