From my window  now I look onto dying leaves
Scattered dead  memories of Maple beauty
And the longing takes me  back to summer and  to you

They coat the bonnet of my car then leave on the wind
As if to remind me there was a new tomorrow
From my window  now I look onto dying leaves

Then against the stark November greyness
The gaunt limbs of the tree hold me in deathly silence
And the longing  takes me  back to summer and  to you

For then The leaves dripped dew laden mornings
In summer heat and sheltered the noviciate owl
From my window now I look onto dying leaves

Most are gone now rather yellow stained stragglers
Clinging to life as do the memories of beautiful times
And the longing takes me back to summer and to  you

Then on moonlit nights I see the dream in thee
And listen to the fooling of that amourous owl
From my window now I look onto dying leaves
And the longing takes me back to summer and  to you