September comes around to fast, it’s back before you know.
When will summer ever last, why does it have to go.
As a child when I was small, years stretched out so long.
I worry now, I take a nap, the summer might be gone.
And so the nights are drawing in, a real nip in the air.
Again you’ll find me by the fire, huddled in my chair.
Winter goes on, oh so slow, for days we’re trapped inside.
Why does the sun and sky so blue, always have to hide.
I think that I’m am very SAD, as I want the sun to stay.
Surely it’s not only me, who mourns as it goes away.