The trees are dressed up in their best fall colors,
crisp wind cuts through the autumn air
length of days is getting smaller,
droplets of rainwater fall onto my hair.
Crisp wind cuts through the autumn air,
warm fingers weave their way through mine
droplets of rainwater fall onto my hair,
steal a glance over to see your eyes shine.
Warm fingers weave their way through mine,
small smile eases its way across my lips
steal a glance over to see your eyes shine,
try not to trip over uneven bricks.
Small smile eases its way across my lips,
the first “I love you” comes out without a stutter
try not to trip over uneven bricks,
the trees are dressed up in their best fall colors.