Here is a simple song I hope that you don't take it wrong Hello rainy day let's see what you can wash away No more blues on a Sunday You sleep quiet in your room I'll be writing these words just for the sake of you Listen to the howling wind Smell the street it's back again Fall is here and I'm so glad that nothing is permanent In the end all that we have are memories that we like to hold Let's not take this for granted Everything is growing old In the end all that we have are memories that we like to hold Let's not take it for granted Everything is growing old
