text: Miss you most of all
  When all those autumn leaves start to fall
  Drifting by my window
  They come up over the wall
  Why does a good thing have to do end?
  Cant see it happen where and when
  The cycle of change can be so cruel
  Ive got no one to blame, Im just a fool, you know
  Hold on, they keep on telling me
  Something good is gonna come
  The red and gold has put its spell on﻿ me
  And old man winters gonna come
  You know he keeps on blocking off the sun
  Miss you most of all
  When they burn those bonfires tall
  Smoke and ashes fill the air and the
  Harvesters are everywhere
  No time to waste, lets drink the wine
  Dont let the fruit rot on the vine
  When the sun is big and fiery it goes, you know
  That is the time I miss you the most, they say
  Hold on, they keep on telling me
  Something good is gonna come
  The red and gold has put its spell on﻿ me
  And old man winters gonna come
  You know he keeps on blocking off the sun
  Cold wind is howling
  And theres dampness creeps﻿ in our bones
  Seasons change, why didnt we?
  Come on, bring that summer back to me
  Hold on, they keep on telling me
  Something good is gonna come
  The red and gold has put its spell on﻿ me
  And old man winters gonna come
  You know he keeps on blocking off the sun
  Tell me, why does he always have to come?