When the summer nights have gone
I'm on my own again,
The winter days begun


My mind is on the run
No sight of you again


And now the leaves are falling
The short dark days are calling

You'll be going home

As the summer sun draws close to fade

It's cold while I sleep

And now the leaves are falling

The short dark days are calling
You'll be going home


All the flowers are closing
The thoughts of you unfolding
You'll be flying home

You'll be flying home
Home
You'll be flying home

Home

My life's gone away

It's cold where you laid

My life's gone away

It's cold where you laid

My life's gone away

It's cold while I sleep
It's cold where you laid