Words and music © 2007 by Tom Maynard
Tom Maynard: vocal, guitar
There is always something coming to an end, there is always a friend or loved one moving on. That’s what Fall always feels like to me.
It’s over
The Summer’s flown
The leaves are gone by winds of Autumn blown
It’s over
The Summer green
Transformed by night to brown and golden sheen
The wind blows cold
The trees bare and gray
The colors that I love so well
Too soon are swept away
It’s over
No time for tears
The Summer’s sigh is beyond my strength to hear
It’s over
The geese depart
On a southbound flight and with them goes my heart
The wind blows cold
The trees bare and gray
The one who’s meant the world to me
Will soon be swept away
It’s over
All things must end
As the first snow falls I say good-bye, my friend
As the first snow falls I say good-bye, my friend
Tom Maynard 