Samuel Coleridge-Taylor - Summer is gone - текст песни (слова)

Summer is gone with all its roses,
 Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,
 Its warm air and refreshing showers:
 And even Autumn closes.
 
 Yea, Autumn's chilly self is going,
 And winter comes which is yet colder,
 Each day the hoar-frost waxes bolder
 And the last buds cease blowing.