Lyrics

The leaves in the deep green wood
are now brown and gold,
and the warm September breeze
blows harsh and keen and cold

The mist hangs on the shore
in the morning light
and I never thought I'd miss you more
than I missed you last night

Chorus: But the pull of the flowing tide,
could bring me back or sweep me away
and the sun has been known to shine
on the coldest winter's day
And the howl of the winter wind
could be heard as a tender sigh,
I guess it's all in the mind,
whether we choose to smile or cry

A swan flies over the trees
on it's wide blue road
sunlight on it's beating wings
as its quiet path unfolds