Now hes brought down the rain and the indian summer is through
Youll be dancing down the country in the morningtime if I know you
You aint calling me to join you and Im spoken for anyway
But youll be killing my heart
When you go away

Shall we gather by the river for to hear the lovely thunder crash ?
Shall we sail now in your speeding bonnie boat here and gone like a splash ?
You will see me, small, receding, mouth hung open, words I cannot say
Youll be killing my heart
When you go away

Mike rogers left his whisky and the night is very very young
Ive much to say and more to tell - the words will soon be spilling from my tongue
Ill rave and I will ramble, Ill do everything but make you stay
Youll be killing my heart
When you go away