Sitting here in Avalon, looking at the pouring rain
Summertime has come and gone and everybody´s home again
Closing down for the season, I found the last of the souvenirs

I can still taste the wedding cake and it´s sweet after all these years

These are the last words I have to say
That´s why this took so long to write
There will be other words some other day
But that´s the story of my life

There´s comfort in my coffee cup and apples in the early fall
They´re pulling all the moorings up and gathering at the Legion Hall
They swept away all the streamers after the Labor Day parade
Nothing left for a dream now, only one final serenade

And these are the last words I have to say

Before another age goes by
With all those other songs I´ll have to play
But that´s the story of my life

And it´s so clear standing here where I am
Ain´t that what justice is for?
Frankly, my dear, I don´t give a damn anymore

Stack the chairs on the table tops
Hang the sheets on the chandeliers
It slows down but it never stops
Ain´t it sweet after all these years

And these are the last words I have to say
It´s always hard to say goodbye
But now it´s time to put this book away
Ain´t that the story of my life