Summer was gone and the heat died down
Autumn reached for her golden crown
I looked behind as I heard a sigh
But this was the time of no reply
The sun went down and the crowd went home
I was left by the roadside all alone
I turned to speak as they went by
But this was the time of no reply
The time of no reply is calling me to stay
There is no hello and no goodbye
To leave there is no way
