If I were any day of the week,
any day off the top of my head,
For that day, I would seek,
until the day that I was dead.

The day I saw the leaves of red,
gold, and all shades of such,
I remembered the soft bed,
in which I laid, with you, that I loved so much.

I serenade you in the colors of autumn,
and you seem apologetic in spring.
the opposites come together, I brought them
to ask them, a question. "With me, will you sing?"
I can't serenade alone.
I can't serenade alone.

The days pass by, the days pass by,
I remember the things which we find,
or we found, those days are gone for now.
under the tree, which we would sit and bow.

I remember the day of the winter in which,
you planted on my face a simple kiss.
It ignited a love such as this which is happy,
and in which the happiness in which the heart be,
I give my heart to you.
to you I bid adieu.