You Still Sag Goodbye in the End
As the white snow goes falling down
I still think of leafs orange and brown
The frost my kill the color here
It may make me cry, but I hear
That you are back in this small town
The haze of white gives you a crown
Unlike fall when you never drown
Winter makes it all disappear
You still say goodbye in the end
Younger you acted like a clown
The leaf piles we still run around
No more whispering in my ear
Cold wind is left to overhear
I can still wear the evening gown
You still say goodbye in the end
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