The rose petals fall, dead, down to the floor,

Summer is over and it's getting cold,

I feel Summer's death right down to my core,

With you gone I have no-one left to hold.


Autumn is dying and the colours are gone,

The birds have left now; they've gone somewhere warm,

With death all around me I canít move on,

People forget that you were ever born.


But not me, my sorrow always remains,

Winter is biting; the cold is not new,

We have no more sunshine, only dull rain,

No-one notices how much I miss you.


Your departure has hit me the hardest,

For me, winter ice lingers longest.