What am I to you?nWhat am I to do?nNow summer's almost through in September.nFor love has come and gone,nDidn't stay for long;nOne thing I will always remember.nWhen the green, whispering leaves had called your name,nThe gentle, sighing winds, they did the same.nNow the sun has left the sky,nAnd for no reason why,nA sad cloud is crying tears of rain.nWe stood and watched the rain;nPerhaps we will again,nFor no one knows what's coming tomorrow.nOne day you may findnThat I am close behind;nWherever you may go I will follow.nAnd the green, whispering leaves will call your name;nThe gentle, sighing winds will do the same.nNow the sun is in the sky,nAnd for no reason why,nThe sad cloud is crying itself away.nAnd the green, whispering leaves will call your name;nThe gentle, sighing winds will do the same.nNow the sun is in the sky,nAnd for no reason why,nThe sad cloud is crying itself away.