Passing Days and Passing Time
“Reflections on 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 its 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.”
–John Denver, Season Suite: Fall