The Autumn Of my Life Now in the autumn of my life A widow not a wife My hair has tones of red My skin so pale I am living among the dead Dressed in dark colours I mourn the loss of love A life time shared with one now gone above I crumble in side just like a flower Who has seen its last hours I tremble in the wind of change As time passes me by again I gather up all my hope For the years of winter to cope I still have a few summer smiles In the eyes of my loving child But then the rain of grief Comes back in the night like a thief It robs my sky’s of blue And my feet are getting wet a knew Now when my winter comes I will be numb I will be done I will be the lonely one