As leaves begin to turn to red
And summer turns to fall
The daily temps begin to drop
The length of days is small
And in the tide of autumn leaves
And pumpkin spice brigade
The season’s wheel still rotates slow
As summer thoughts slow fade
As leaves begin to turn to red
And summer turns to fall
The daily temps begin to drop
The length of days is small
And in the tide of autumn leaves
And pumpkin spice brigade
The season’s wheel still rotates slow
As summer thoughts slow fade