Like a curtain being drawn upon a room   You, disappear from view   Like the grey, edging out the blue   You, disappear from view.      And is it going to be   A long, hard winter?   Like clouds rolling in, of the sea   The way, the way you are to me   Like the leaves, darkening their hue   You, disappear from view.      And is it going to be   A long, hard winter?   You, disappear form view   You, disappear form view