Cold Autumn Sunday (Hensley Ken)

When the leaving birds Fill the stone grey sky And the green, green leaves Turn away and die And the once warm sun Has to run and hide And the Winter clouds Begin their stormy ride Cold black shadows cross my eyes And help to make me realize You've gone, oh Cold Autumn Sunday Still I walk alone The paths we shared And I try to recreate the love we had For you were my life And my heart is sad And it's strange how autumn Used to make me glad Only now an empty sky is there To let me know how much I care You've gone, oh Cold Autumn Sunday I'm near to dying No use denying that it's true Spend my whole time crying Finding ways of trying Not to be blue, oh, over you