The days are getting shorter
It’s a bitter dying light
As the final fly of summer
Takes a lonely winter flight
The things that once were lively
Are slowly finding death
The visitors are leaving
On the next train headed west
the coming days loom frigid
For the warmth forsaken soul
The closing theme is playing
In the lonely winter cold
Maybe some fine morning
Spring will come again
Till then darkness rules the winter
Goodbye to you my friend
(2007 db michel)
