October came a storm this year
his windy hands
burnt my leaves and carried them
for distant lands
my trunk is bent
my branches fighting his demands
Summer is gone
Red and yellow whirling
in an icy sky
my bark is turning frosty
and so am I
when children's laughter
once so lofty freeze and die
Summer is gone
Travelers with bitter faces
make their way
through the darkness while their lanterns
fight and pray
that wind and rain will let them twinkle
through the day
Summer is gone
Freezing strangers rushing past
my roots at night
specters haunt and harry those
who fear they might
never reach that distant
cottage window's light
Summer is gone
The summer nights, their high-born dreams
are swept away
dreamy lovers, once so free,
have fled their way
though letters carved in mossy bark
remain to say
that summer is gone
But left I stand, I'm anchored here
I cannot go
swaying like the seasons
I've come to know
and thinking solitarily
well, let it blow
For summer is gone
But sometimes, when my spirit sinks
I wish that I could fly
away upon the storms that pass me by
that pass me by
I wish my branches all were wings
proudly set for sailing
high above hello and then good bye
and then good bye
good bye
good bye
good bye
