Miss You

I miss you most of all
When those autumn leaves start to fall
Drifting by my window
They come up over the wall

Why does a good thing have to end
Can’t see it happened where and when
Well the cycle of change can be so cruel
I’ve got no one to blame
I’m just a fool, you know

Hold on, they keep on telling me
Something good’s gonna come
The red and gold has put its spell on me
And old man winter’s gonna come
You know, he keeps on blocking off the sun

I miss you most of all
When they burn those bonfires tall
Smoking ashes fill the air
And the harvesters are everywhere

No time to waste, let’s drink the wine
Don’t let the fruit rot on the vine
When the sun is a big and fiery ghost, you know
That is the time I miss you most, they say

Hold on, they keep on telling me
Something good’s gonna come
The red and gold has put that spell on me
And old man winter’s gonna come
You know, he keeps on blocking off the sun

Cold wind is howling
And has dammed these creeps in my bones
Seasons change, why didn’t we come up
Bring back summer, back to me

Hold on, they keep on telling me
Something good’s gonna come
The red and gold has put that spell on me
And old man winter’s gonna come
You know, he keeps on blocking off the sun

Tell me why does it always have to come