The Season Is Over, a Sad Refrain
The season is over, a sad refrain.
The calendar would not surrender one more day;
The Indians will not play the last game.
Cleveland done in by too much rain;
Too late to make up at home or away.
The season is over, a sad refrain.
The hopes and dreams of spring became
Autumn’s weary march astray.
The Indians will not play the last game.
Each off-season is the same,
No more dingers, no double plays.
The season is over, a sad refrain.