Summer is nearly over now,
Sun's a lot less of warm
Trees have started loosing all the leaves
With the brown lore
You say you gonna travel back home
All the same we went before
Born a gypsy, yeah,
You always set the night aflame
As the days grew older
You won the love of all my friends
Oh, but that's all right,
Gonna sail away again
Lying low on Henry Lane
The summer is nearly over the hill,
Sun's a lot less of warm
Trees have started loosing all the leaves
Declined of all
And you gonna travel the way unknown