Rusty green summer?s almost gone
I see winds clouding up the sun
And I can't find my way
Everything?s gray

Rusty green eyes on my mind
Memories someplace out of time
All the things we would do
I still love you

It?s a sad song to sing
Painted rusty green
A brief fading picture of spring

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Writer(s): JOHN DENVER