I brush the hair from your eyes, see the sun set so bright
Those autumn leaves, they're everywhere, in the stacks with just your stare
But those days are dead and gone, like a song that's carried on
Softball in the summer rain, can you smell the leaves?
Back when the world was smaller
It was late that summer night when we saw our labor's love
We will always have starlit mountain night, walking through those woods all alone