august wind
When summer turns Into the fall I hear you calling, Now dying leaves Begin to fall I hear you calling Now time is come to say goodbye To all the seasons I have known Another summer singing Now the harvest come, Thy Will Be Done, Thy Will Be Done. |
When august wind
Begin to blow I hear you coming, Will you take me With you when you go, I hear you coming, Come in, now ... Time is come to leave the fields I've known so long for living Just another song I am singing Now the harvest come, Thy Will Be Done, Thy Will Be Done. |