Autumn Is Your Last Chance - Robyn Hitchcock

I walk through the heather

Underneath the sky

The leaves have never looked as good

As now they’re going to die

But I know why

I smile in the heather

Where we used to stroll

The dew on the cobwebs

Shines like gold

But I don’t care

If it shines all year

'Cause you’re not there and

I don’t care and

You’re not there