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,

ever colder,

and suddenly,

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

beside me,

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.

But somehow

with the springtime

your golden warmth still lingers on.