Rain came early this year to Wheeling Park
And now barren gray trees line the walkways.
The fast fading fields are empty and brown
And the distant hills are hidden by haze.
She walked alone strolling slowly along,
Her manner as cold as the sunless day.
A cold mist hugged the ground in Wheeling Park
As her echoing steps followed her way.
How sad to walk alone in Wheeling Park
As the early rains of fall dim the light.
And summer fades to a forgotten dream,
Walking on into a cold autumn night.