I feel the autumn breeze
It steals 'cross my pillow
As soft as a will-o'-the-wisp
And in it's song there is sadness
Because, there's no you
The lonely autumn trees
How softly they're sighing
For summer is dying
They know, that in my heart
There's no gladness
Because, there's no you
The park that we walked in
The garden we talked in
How lonesome they seem in the fall
The stormy clouds hover
And falling leaves cover
Our favorite nook in the wall
In spring we'll meet again
We'll kiss and recapture
The summertime rapture we knew
And from that day
Never more will I say, there's no you
Hal Hopper, Tom Adair 1944
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