The cold wind is blowing,
for the autumn months are coming
and as November is approaching,
I guess I will no longer hear your strumming.
As the night before is upon us
I can feel the tears build up inside of me.
I can barely form words when we stand face to face.
It is worse for you, as far as I can see.
For you are leaving everyone,
everyone you love and care about
and everyone that has brought you glee.
We hold each other under the night sky.
Our embrace is filled with happiness and sorrow.
With pain and regret.
With love and loss.
This is not a good-bye, but I will see you on the morrow.
Always, I have been there to support you completely
and I will continue to, so willingly.
You march off with such pride,
with such a brave heart in your chest
and wise head on your shoulders.
You have the intentions to help and save all you can
and that will never be put to rest.