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 its 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's end. And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see if it were mine to make a change, I think I'd let it be. But I don't remember hearing anybody asking me.