The sun gives way to autumn, time to be moving on
The leaves are turning brown
They've taken down the rides now, time to be moving on
The fair has left the town
If you look out of your window, at the road that once was clear
Is carpeted with autumn's down
And you know it won't be long before, I'm on my way again
Coming back to you on winter's cloak I ride
I'm coming home, coming home, coming home.

The days are getting shorter, time to be moving on
The night air's cool and clear
The skies are rolling greyer, time to be moving on
You love this time of year
If you look out of your window, at the fields that stood so ripe
Have sacrificed their fruits lay brown
And you know it won't be long before, I'm by your side again
Coming back to you on winter's cloak I ride
I'm coming home, coming home, coming home.

The summer fades to memory, time to be moving on
Its' warm days disappear
With the icy grip of winter, time to be moving on
At seasons end I'm here
If you look out of your window, at the snow that lies so deep
It carpets everything around
And you know it won't be long before, I'm on my way again
But for now i'm laying with you safe and warm
Coming back to you on winter's cloak I ride
I'm coming home, coming home, coming home.

MUSIC & LYRICS: A. BOWER
COPYRIGHT: A. BOWER

GUITAR, BASS GUITAR & VOCALS: ADRIAN BOWER
PIANO & SAXOPHONE: PETER JONES