Lyrics:

Summer’s vanished and a growing ache 
tells you leaving love was a cold mistake, 
Chilling feeling of the fall says you lost it all. 
Melancholy makes a lonely day 
when the one you want to hold is far away, 
Leaves you wanting to reclaim what you can’t recall. 

Now, as the greens turn to rose, there’s a part of you knows, 
You regret what you chose, the wind still blows,  
Piling leaves at your feet, and you have to retreat. 
Moved, by the call of the loon, all the sounds that commune, 
Sing a similar tune, it was too soon, 
For the long days to end, to depart and pretend. 

Lonely fire in the evening air;
you consider the images that flicker there, 
Eyes that held you in a thrall when you had it all, 
Now dissolve into dancing flights 
while the sky is painted by the northern lights, 
Leaving writing in a scrawl that you still recall, saying, 

“Soon, when the greens turn to rose, there’s a part of me knows, 
That in spite of it all, we just might fall, 
If you go away then, when the long days will end. 
Here, in the glow of the moon, our hearts can commune, 
Sing a harmony tune, it’s not too soon, 
To commit to the end, to a love that won’t bend.“ 

There, with the damp in the air, when you kneeled as a pair, 
You resisted the call, you began the fall, 
Down a hill of regret, and you haven’t stopped yet, as you think of it all,  
There, by the edge of the lake, a decision to make, 
You resisted the call, you began the fall, 
Down a hill of regret, and you haven’t stopped yet, as you think of it all. 

Instrum:    

Melancholy makes a lonely day 
when the one you want to hold is far away 
Summer images have faded now you’ve made the fall.

The Fall

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