Ken Hensley - Autumn

Oh, how the days fly by Never stopping for a minute While he cries, no, no, no But no tears fill his eyes And no sighs or goodbyes To the world that is Treating him badly Now his autumn years To cloud his mind with fears He knows his time has come Life is almost gone As life leaves The strongest fighter dead And the figures of Past years approach his bed Shared those sorrow on this day As he passes away Samuel J is the name They'll remember An end, yet life begins He looses but he wins Sammy will live on In the shadow of his own son