Four-wheeling With The Mingledwarffs

Green fades to harvest red, a pleasant sadness fills the air
Leaves fall to the ground, daylight is getting shorter
A golden sky covers the dying grass
Welcome the cold season
Memories come rushing back, thoughts and feelings of days gone past
Places I've walked before don't seem quite the same
The past is gone, never to return, yet these memories remain
The sound of voices, the sight of smiling faces, the cold breeze brings it all back
I can still hear the laughter
Up ahead, I can see it shinning, eternity with You!