Swallows leaving for the sun Tells me september has begun Winter rain is waiting, for it's throne Where all the other summer birds have flown But here's the sun It shines again Not for the last time But the golden days of summertime are gone Cold wind moves the autumn leaves Blowing winter in my sleeves Nights are colder than before Shadows wait for me once more But here's the sun It shines again Not for the last time But the golden days of summertime are gone The end of August It strikes again Not for the last time But the golden days of summertime are gone The golden days of summertime are gone