Shadows on the hills Ripples one the water Leaves on the trees are gold and turning Nights getting cold Days are getting shorter Smoke coming down from the bonfire burning Winter coats And fishing boats Won't be long before I'm returning
Shadows on the hills Ripples one the water Leaves on the trees are gold and turning Nights getting cold Days are getting shorter Smoke coming down from the bonfire burning Winter coats And fishing boats Won't be long before I'm returning