I
fell for him in dying summer, my lovely autumn boy
From summer's darkness he is made, my lovely autumn boy
I'd love to spend a week with my lovely autumn boy
But I'm never close enough to my lovely autumn boy
It's raining when he smiles, I'm laughing like a
child
It's the best days of our lives; we'll contain it for a
while
He holds the leaves, the breeze of autumn in the circle of his
hand
I'd be happy with that dying summer if it's all we ever
had.