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, ?Winter?s on it?s way?
I close my eyes, remembering the warmth of yesterday
It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind
And more than that, it?s, 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 I?d let it be
But I don't remember hearing anybody asking me