De winter days are drawin' nigh An' by the fire I sets an' sigh; De nothe'n win' is blowin' cold, Like it done in days of old. De yaller leafs are fallin' fas', Fur summer days is been an' pas'; The air is blowin' mighty cold, Like it done in days of old. De frost is fallin' on de gras' An' seem to say "Dis is yo' las'"— De air is blowin' mighty cold Like it done in days of old.