Cold Autumn Sunday - Ken Hensley

When the leaving birds

Fill the stone grey sky

And the green, green leaves

Turn away and die

And the once warm sun

Has to run and hide

And the Winter clouds

Begin their stormy ride

Cold black shadows cross my eyes

And help to make me realize

You’ve gone, oh Cold Autumn Sunday

Still I walk alone

The paths we shared

And I try to recreate the love we had

For you were my life

And my heart is sad

And it’s strange how autumn

Used to make me glad

Only now an empty sky is there

To let me know how much I care

You’ve gone, oh Cold Autumn Sunday

I’m near to dying

No use denying that it’s true

Spend my whole time crying

Finding ways of trying

Not to be blue, oh, over you