Из альбома: Rocky Mountain High
Reflections in the water
like shadows in my mind
speak to me of passing days and nights
and passing time
The falling leaves are whispering
winter's on its way
I close my eyes remembering
the warmth of yesterday
It seems a shame to see September
swallowed by the wind
and more than that it's oh so sad
to see the summer end
And though the changing colors
are a lovely thing to see
if it were mine to make a change
I think I'd let it be
But I don't remember hearing anybody asking me