It was a late summer evening Of flowered simplicity Two lovers walked down a path Bound by their mutual anxiety The breeze was warm And it passed with no threat Of any of the orange tinged leaves Two lovers gazes locked inside a season That more than breathed It was alive She's not coming back, my friend She's not coming back, my friend She's not coming back, my friend Bring on the fall She's dead again She's dead again She's dead again She's dead again That quiet girl that he loved Followed, always, the clockwise sun Sun rays, and dandaelion parades Trumpeted all of her returns He waded, waiting, wistful, all alone In the singing grass, the singing grass Who's song withered to a brown Deathly moan saying She's not coming back She's not coming back, my friend She's not coming back, my friend She's not coming back, my friend Bring on the fall She's dead again She's dead again She's dead again She's dead again If that boy ever thaws again His blue eyes will blacken If happiness ever returns to him It's trust he'll be lacking God, stop this icy season And its hungry branches Bring on the fall Bring on the fall, again She's dead again