The day went pretty much according to plan,
all except the outing with my girl,
we were going to play and then get a tan.
All because of the rain that day,
and the way the weather lighted mild,
she told me she was going away.
The way the wind was whirling,
and swaying in the drying leaves,
an autumn evening was slowly dropping.
She said I'll call you,
she said she'd call back,
and I tried to call, though you never knew.
The way her eyes met with the style,
she wanted to stay awhile, I'd say,
and wanting to remain, she went away awhile.