Now he's brought down the rain

and the indian summer is through

In the morning you'll be following your trail again

Fair play to you



You ain't calling me to join you

and I'm spoken for anyway

But I will cry when ye go away

I will cry when ye go away



Your beauty is familiar

and your voice is like a key

That opens up my soul

And torches up a fire inside of me



Your coat is made of magic

and around your table angels play

And I will cry when ye go away

I will cry when ye go away







Somebody left his whisky

and the night is very young

I've got some to say and more to tell

and the words will soon be spilling from my tongue



I will rave and I will ramble

I'll do everything but make you stay

Then I will cry when ye go away

I will cry when ye go away







When ye go away...

When ye go away...