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