The winds are calling (Autumn)

The winds are calling, calling,

And the friendly voices die;

The rain is falling, falling,

From out a frowning sky;

Then let us quickly you and I

Goodbye!

If aught that I have told you

Should bring a moment's pain,

Love I will take and hold you

Within my arms again;

And press you closely to my heart

Before we part

Then let us say it quickly you and I

Goodbye!