Less than a hundred days; all it takes
For sun to run; for the moon to show its face
For the preference is by sun's kiss to wake.
Yet chill of winter holds me in embrace
Less than a hundred days; time gone past
Nights where the sea; at its side we would walk
The witching hour; we'd sit and surpass
Yet now the bell tolls before 9 o'clock
Less than a hundred days; all so sad
Clouds promise thunderstorms with no thunder
Clouds hiding away the weak rays of sun
Fall dreams of winter nights; torn asunder
No more walking empty streets; no more funi
Less than a hundred days; I ask why
Why; When to youthful dreams we said good bye
