Robin - Blueyard Rough Collies

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old, and darker days are drawin' 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 a breeze you blew away.
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way, you always loved this time of year.
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now, ‘cos you're not here.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me, like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.
A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes, as if to hide a lonely tear.
My life will be forever autumn, ‘cos you're not here.