When the days grow shorter and the nights grow long
Heavy laden is her heartache and sadly wails her song
And in the Autumn nights when winds are crisp and cold
Silently she is waiting for the love she needs to hold.
She is that gentle beauty that all men long to hold
They don't talk to her heart, want to own her body and soul
So that in the Autumn nights when winds are crisp and cold
Silently she is searching for the love she needs to hold.
She needs the gentleness of a man who'll talk to her in prose
He'll touch her heart with rhymes ever gently till she knows
That in the Autumn nights when winds are crisp and cold
Silently he is waiting for the love he needs to hold.
Autumn turns into Winter bringing Winters biting snow
She will gently touch his heart and let the love inside them grow
So that in the Autumn nights when winds are crisp and cold
She is no longer waiting for the love she needs to hold.
She is that gentle beauty that all men long to hold
In those lonely Autumn nights when winds are crisp and cold
She's no longer searching for the love she needs to hold
Because she has found the love she needs to hold. . . . .
Nobody Special
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