There are days that last
And there are some that end
Some that go so fast,
Others are not your friend
But the sweetest of all
When you stop to remember
Are the days of Fall
Before the cold of December
The tree leaves all turn
A cooler breeze blows over
Late night bonfires burn
With ghost stories in October
The jackets are worn
The shorts are put away
The naked trees look forlorn
And we dream of a warmer day
The cool days of Fall
Give way to those of winter.
The warmer ones I recall
While the snow drives like a splinter
It’s the pumpkins and candy
That make me dream of Fall
But the Fall beers are so dandy
And it’s those I miss most of all