Moody Blues

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here
I WATCH the birds fly south across the Autumn sky
And one by one they DISAPPEAR
I wish that I was flying WITH them
Now you're not here
Like the SUN through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on the breeze you blew away
Through Autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way