A golden hue clings to the mountains,
As autumn has passed on her way,
What a dazzling beauty she was,
Oh, what I would give for her to stay.
But gone is the amber and maroon,
All on the ground below,
Now we must look forward,
To winter’s frigid snow.
Did we appreciate her enough?
As the colors lit up the sky,
That we will never know,
All we can do now,
Is prepare for the snow.
