The leaves turned red on those days of October
When fall was here and winter was near
Could you taste the sweetness in the air?
The taste of a life free from despair?
I pictured us walking hand in hand
Along the way where everywhere was a yellow lane
I remembered how I would have waited for you
On that old wet bench in Lundagård around 1 pm or two
Our love grew strong despite the wind
Flourishing like mushrooms under the autumn rain
I became gold, you were getting brown
To the colors of heaven we were all belong.