magicandman: The summer sun is fading as the year grows oldAnd darker days are drawing nearThe winter winds will be much colderNow you’re not hereI watch the birds fly south across the autumn skyAnd one by one they disappearI wish that I was flying

magicandman: The summer sun is fading as the year grows oldAnd darker days are drawing nearThe winter winds will be much colderNow you’re not hereI watch the birds fly south across the autumn skyAnd one by one they disappearI wish that I was flying

magicandman: The summer sun is fading as the year grows oldAnd darker days are drawing