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When the summer nights have gone
I'm on my own again,
The winter days begun
My mind is on the run
No sight of you again
And now the leaves are falling
The short dark days are calling
You'll be going home
As the summer sun draws close to fade
It's cold while I sleep
And now the leaves are falling
The short dark days are calling
You'll be going home
All the flowers are closing
The thoughts of you unfolding
You'll be flying home
You'll be flying home
Home
You'll be flying home
Home
My life's gone away
It's cold where you laid
My life's gone away
It's cold where you laid
My life's gone away
It's cold while I sleep
It's cold where you laid