When the sunbeams play in the high and glade
When the leaves are gently falling
Where we used to dance, in the autumn shade
My foolish pride drove you away
Time to turn the maple brilliant crimson. Time to turn the Aspen's sparkling gold. Time to tumble apples from their branches. Time to turn the breezes crisp and cold, A chill enfolds the country side.
Sometimes you think you'll be fine by yourself Cause a dream is a wish that you make all alone It's easy to feel like you don't need help But it's harder to walk on your own
