for the not-forgotten
Daniel R. Risacher
When autumn comes and summer falls,
When carefree life is past,
When friends regained become friends changed,
And my life runs so fast,
It's you, my love, it's you.
When all the flowers are dying,
And all the grass is dead,
When winter chills, and summer's gone,
When the snow has made earth's bed.,
It's you, dear girl, it's you.
When Spring rains close my options,
And grey skies hang above,
When business fills up my time,
To crowd all thoughts of love,
It's you, dear love, it's you.
When summer heat slows down my stride,
And spare time goes unfilled,
When sultry summer nights arrive,
And all ambition's killed,
It's you, my girl, it's you.
It's you that sets my heart aflame,
It's you my mind dwells on,
It's you that keeps me light of heart,
And glad for each new dawn.
It's you with dark cascading hair,
And lovely flirting eyes,
Your quiet grace, and smiling face,
Surpass all sunset skies.
It's you that taught me how to love,
And showed me how to care,
And I give thanks to god above,
That you were always there.