It's the end of septemberAnd with every turning treeIt gets
harder to rememberWhy the easy days of summerWere just wasted of
meKind of wasted on meIt's the end of semtemberAnd with
every drop of trainIt gets harder to rememberWhy the happy days
of summerGave me something close to painAve me something close
to painI have been singingA lonely songAll summer longNow i
praiseGrey days of fallI embrace them allEmbrace them allI have
been singingA lonely songAll summer longNow i praiseGrey days of
fallI embrace them allEmbrace them all