Songwriters: Taylor, Mike; Kniss, Dick; Denver, John
Reflections in the water like shadows in my mind
Speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time
The falling leaves are whispering, âWinterâs on itâs wayâ
I close my eyes, remembering the warmth of yesterday
It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind
And more than that, itâs, oh, so sad to see the summer end
And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see
If it were mine to make the change, I think Iâd let it be
But I donât remember hearing anybody asking me