Autumn Eyes
written by Gary Marks © 1969 Arewea Co. ASCAP

Autumn eyes, real eyes 
we seem to be just so far away. 

I don't have an answer this time.
The thought of night time never made you cry before. 

Autumn sun very soft.
always came for you 
to orange you away. 

Beautiful times when we could clearly feel our deepest senses
and I always felt you near me. 

Leaves drifting apart to be alone.
A sacrifice to help the soul to try and grow. 

Autumn eyes, real eyes
do you need to be somewhere far away
or should I try to reach you once again?