away my dear away

 away my dear away

when the apple snow fills the webs my dear 

and the sun doesn’t rest all day

and the grass is bathed in soul my dear

it seems this is to be the way

that day after day this summer dear

we explore the back down way

where hand in hand remember dear

how we walked those times away

for it seems to me now my dear

that there are no more memories to store away

oh dear oh dear my dearest dear

something seems to have gone away

next year when the apple snow fills the webs my dear 

and the sun doesn’t rest all day

and the grass is bathed in soul my dear

each of us will have gone our separate way