Reflections in the water like shadows in my mind   Speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time   The falling leaves are whispering, ?Winter?s on it?s way?   I close my eyes, remembering the warmth of yesterday      It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind   And more than that, it?s, oh, so sad to see the summer end   And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see   If it were mine to make the change, I think I?d let it be   But I don?t remember hearing anybody asking me