When the summer fled past my window
And autumn's chill was in the air
There was a special kind of lonesome
'round that ending time of year.
When the leaves fell
And they drifted 'neath the trees that soon were bare
I felt that wind blow,
You were there.
We laughed and scuffled
While the snow fell
And the cold gave your cheecks a glow.
And in your arms come evening
A kind of peace I know.
Often I'd wake at midnight
Mid some icy winter storm,
And then I would find you
And you made the night seem so warm.
Now I go my way
And you go your way
Now that the winter's come and gone.
With the springtime
Your golden warmth still lingers on.