作词 : Fogelberg End of October The sleepy brown woods seem to Nod down their heads to the Winter. Yellows and grays Paint the sad skies today And I wonder when You're coming home. Woke up one morning The wind through the window Reminded me Winter Was just 'round the bend. Somehow I just didn't See it was coming It took me by surprise again. And I hear you're in San Francisco Living with your sister who's a mother to be. And her husband's way down in Georgia And I'm still in old Tennessee... Wishing you'd come home to me. Life here is easy I'm sure you recall How it's so warm and breezy In the Summer and the Fall. But Winter's upon me And I've got no heat here And I miss your fire so sweet, Dear I miss your fire so sweet. And I hear you're in San Francisco Living with your sister who's a mother to be. And her husband's way down in Georgia And I'm still in old Tennessee... Wishing you'd come home to me. End of October The sleepy brown woods seem to Nod down their heads to the Winter. Yellows and gray Paint the sad skies today And I wonder when You're coming home I wonder when you're coming home.
作词 : Fogelberg End of October The sleepy brown woods seem to Nod down their heads to the Winter. Yellows and grays Paint the sad skies today And I wonder when You're coming home. Woke up one morning The wind through the window Reminded me Winter Was just 'round the bend. Somehow I just didn't See it was coming It took me by surprise again. And I hear you're in San Francisco Living with your sister who's a mother to be. And her husband's way down in Georgia And I'm still in old Tennessee... Wishing you'd come home to me. Life here is easy I'm sure you recall How it's so warm and breezy In the Summer and the Fall. But Winter's upon me And I've got no heat here And I miss your fire so sweet, Dear I miss your fire so sweet. And I hear you're in San Francisco Living with your sister who's a mother to be. And her husband's way down in Georgia And I'm still in old Tennessee... Wishing you'd come home to me. End of October The sleepy brown woods seem to Nod down their heads to the Winter. Yellows and gray Paint the sad skies today And I wonder when You're coming home I wonder when you're coming home.
