I miss you most of all
When those autumn leaves start to fall
Drifting by my window
They climb up over the wall
Why does a good thing have to end?
Can’t see it happen where and when?
Suck up the change, don’t be so [bad word] I’ve got no one to blame, I’m just I fool

Hold on and keep on telling me
Something good’s [bad word] The red and gold (?) have put their spell on me
And old man winter is [bad word] You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun

I miss you most of all
When they burn those bonfires tall
Smoking ashes fill the air
And the harvesters are everywhere
No time to waste, let’s drink the wine
Don’t let the [bad word] rot on the vine
When the sun is a big and fiery ghost, you know
That is the time I miss you most

They say, hold on and keep on telling me
Something good’s [bad word] The red and gold (?) have put their spell on me
And old man winter is [bad word] You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun

Cold wind is hauling
And there’re damping creeps in our bones
Seasons change, why didn’t [bad word] on, bring that summer back to me

Hold on and keep on telling me
Something good’s [bad word] The red and gold (?) have put their spell on me
And old man winter is [bad word] You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun
Tell me why does he always have [bad word]