Frank Sinatra

(Harold Hopper/Tom Adair)
I feel the autumn breeze, it steals cross my pillow, as soft as a will-o'-the-wisp
And in its song there is sadness because there's no you
The lonely autumn trees, how softly they're sighing
For summer is dying they know
That in my heart there's no gladness because there's no you
The park that we walked in. the garden we talked in
How lonesome they seem in the fall, the stormy clouds hover and falling leaves cover
Our favorite nook in the wall, in spring we'll meet again, we'll kiss and recapture
The summertime rapture we knew,
And from that day never more will I say there's no you
The stormy clouds hover and falling leaves cover our favorite nook in the wall
In spring we'll meet again, we'll kiss and recapture, the summertime rapture we knew
And from that day never more will I say there's no you