October 1982

 

Autumn's hand once again is shown

In all its splend'rous ways

As once again the summer fades

Into the books of time

To be called to life again

When photo-books are brought to light

And carefully dusted off

Old times and good times

Lie for all to see

And at the turn of a page

The blink of an eye

The past is gone like the summer sun

And autumn's glory lies ahead