The winds of October blow fierce and high, The promise of winter snow clinging. In the hearth the bright fire burns ever higher. In shadow are memories singing. As time runs on, swift as the waters of summer, The days are gone, far past recalling, far past reclaiming. She sits by the fire and she dreams of a man; His hair was all silver and silky. His swift piercing eyes were as dark as night skies; His skin was cool, smooth, and milky. But time runs on swift, as the waters of summer, And love is gone, far past recalling, far past reclaiming. But once she was young, and she danced in the spring; The summer fires brought love to blossom. But how life runs on now her beauty is gone; Only memories comfort her losses. Still time runs on, swift as the waters of summer, And youth is gone — far past recalling, far past reclaiming.