“When My Autumn Comes” is a hauntingly emotional ballad that captures the quiet ache of time passing, love enduring, and memories fading. 
The lyrics have a deeply personal reflection on aging and loss, portraying the inner dialogue of someone moving through the later chapters of life while holding tightly to the memory of a loved one no longer near.

Each verse paints the slow erosion of time, days slipping into years, moments replaying like fading film reels. 
The chorus asks heartbreaking questions about the end: Will I be alone? Will I still feel your presence? As seasons change, the writer clings to fragments of love that once lit the path.

The bridge offers a desperate wish to stop time, while the final chorus brings both acceptance and hope that even when everything else fades, love may still leave its mark within. 
The whispered outro closes the story with quiet surrender and deep devotion: 
“My days are all I have to give… and I gave them all to you.”

This song is for anyone who has loved deeply, lost slowly, and continues walking with ghosts in the autumn of their own life.
Hope you liked it...

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Lyrics:


My days are all I truly own
Each one slips by, I watch alone
They’re filled with scenes from long ago
Too fast, too many, hard to hold


This heart can’t take the overflow
The cup of tears begins to show
But still the days just come and go
And thoughts of you, they always grow


I wonder how my last years will be
When the leaves fall, and you’re not with me
Will it be fast? God, I hope not
But time won’t stop or give me thought
I can’t command the winds or skies
Just walk with time until I die
When my autumn comes, will I be alone
Without your light to lead me home

Weeks turn to months, then slip to years
I trace your face through quiet tears
You grow older, and I fade slow
But there’s so much you’ll never know

The weight of love, the silent ache
Each night I feel my own heart break
You're everywhere, but not quite near
And that’s the truth I’ve grown to fear

I wonder how my last years will be
When the chill sets deep inside of me
Will I still wait for your hello
Or whisper to the winds that blow
I cannot hold what slips through time
So I hold on to every sign
When my autumn comes, will I still see
A trace of you inside of me?

If I could steal a moment more
I'd freeze the clock and bar the door
But seasons change, and so must I
Still praying for one last goodbye

I wonder how 
My last breath will fall
Will I remember your voice at all
Will I feel peace, or just the cost
Of every year I’ve loved and lost
I choose the ones I walk beside
As age and time become my guide
When my autumn comes, just let me find
A little piece of you inside of me

When My Autumn Comes

A young woman named Penny is locked away in a stone chapel by the sinister reverend, her hope fading with every passing dawn as hunger and isolation gnaw at her spirit. But when Bradley arrives at the vicarage—tractor rumbling, clutching a mysterious artefact in need of translation—possibility stirs anew. As Penny struggles to call out for help with her weakening, rasping voice, a tale of resilience unfolds where sunlight, birdsong, and the courage to hope might mean the difference between captivity and rescue.

Morning At The Chapel

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Train to Nowhere

What's That Like?

Paraíso

When I was a child, 
one old man told me
"Old days ain't like they once were
Back then, we had one Billy the Kid
Now, this country is full of them"

"Full of them," he said
Full of them
Full of them

These days, all these young folks say
Things were simpler in their grandpa's day
You didn't need all them ten-dollar words
Back when they had just one Billy the Kid
Now, this country is full of them

Full of them, they said
Full of them
Full of them

When I was a child, 
one old man told me
"Old days ain't like they once were
Back then, we had one Billy the Kid
Now, this country is full of them"

Full of them, he said
Full of them
Full of them

Full of them
Full of them

Track from the album "Send In The Clowns"

Send In The Clowns

Billy The Kid

Buy at Bandcamp

The song uses the metaphor and a couple turns of phrase from Robert Frost's Winter Wind & Window Flower to create a contemporary tune. His lyrics have been dramatically changed, but he gets, and deserves, credit for a wonderful  love lost metaphor. Thanks Bob...hope you don't turn in your grave.

The Winter Wind & Window Flower

Winter Wind & Window Flower

Travelling musician has spent years on the road playing bars to "sodden ears that could not hear." He now misses his sweetie, so he's driving home to get "back in baby's arms..." He decided to take a pretty violinist home with him in the backseat. Not sure what "baby" will think about that...  

Back In Baby's Arms

DIARIES PART ONE – THE HOTTEST SUMMER (ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK)
Musik & Konzept: Colin Warner-Rochlitzer
Der Soundtrack zu meinem ersten Roman Diaries Part One – The Hottest Summer (BoD 2025).
Eine Klangreise durch den Sommer 2003 – zwischen Liebe, Wärme, Dämmerung und Erinnerung.
Jeder Track steht für einen Moment aus dem Buch:
☀️ „Main Theme – The Hottest Summer“ – die Hitze eines Nachmittags, der alles verändert.
🎞️ „Jack (Boy Made of Heat)” – innere Ruhe, Licht und Unsicherheit.
💛 „Danielle Thompson“ – laut, bunt, ehrlich.
🌙 „Rain on Düsseldorf“ – Nächte voller Regen, Zigarettenrauch und Gedanken.
🕯️ „First Light on Skin“ – ein neues Kapitel, wenn alles leiser wird.
Dieses Album ist eine Hommage an eine Zeit, die gleichzeitig vergangen und ewig ist –
und an all die Figuren, die in The Hottest Summer leben.
📚 Buch erhältlich ab 08. November 2025
ISBN (Paperback): 978-3-7597-9052-3
ISBN (E-Book): 978-3-7597-9053-0
© 2025 Colin Warner-Rochlitzer
All tracks written, performed and produced by the author.

Chapter ten - The End of Summer

worse for her

Ses yeux accrochent mon cœur  
Comme un rayon de soleil dans un miroir  
Ébloui, aveuglé de cette lueur  
Elle a posé sur moi ses espoirs  

Petite boule de poils en douceur  
Sous les guirlandes elle m’attendra  
Dans la magie des heures  
Son amour jamais ne s’éteindra  

Doly, petite étoile de Noël  
Ton museau danse sous les clochettes  
Dans tes baisers je trouve le ciel  
Tu fais briller mes nuits de fête  

À chaque retour elle sera là  
Je suis le carillon de ses repos  
Sans condition elle m’aimera  
De la tendresse en veux-tu, en voilà  

Elle porte ma vie bien au-delà  
D’un amour infini elle guérira  
Toutes mes humeurs, tous mes tracas  
Sur elle, inflexible, ne changent pas  

Sous les flocons elle m’emmitoufle de chaleur  
Plus jamais le froid ni la peur  
Ses pas légers dans la neige scintillent  
Comme des étoiles qui brillent  

Doly, petite étoile de Noël  
Ton museau danse sous les clochettes  
Dans tes baisers je trouve le ciel  
Tu fais briller mes nuits de fête  

© Isabelle De Prins 2025


Dans ses yeux, Noël

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