by Simone White
when summer's gone and the leaves are falling
the air is cold and the sky is grey
I hear a man who is sweetly calling
from long ago and far away
yakiimo ishi yakiimo
yakiimo oishi yakiimo
it's just a truck of sweet potatoes
roasted on coals
wrapped in old newspapers
something warm to hold
yakiimo ishi yakiimo
yakiimo oishi yakiimo
when summer's gone and the leaves are falling
the air is cold and the sky is grey
it breaks my heart to hear him sing
it's like the end of everything
yakiimo ishi yakiimo
yakiimo oishi yakiimo
yakiimo ishi yakiimo