Leaves On the Ground (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne
Autumn Song
Leaves of brown they fall to the ground And it’s here, over there leaves around Shut the door, dim the lights and relax What is more, your desire or the facts
Pitter patter the rain falling down Little glamor sun coming round Take a walk when autumn comes to town
Little stroll past the house on the hill Some more coal on the fire will do well And in a week or two it’ll be Halloween Set the page and the stage for the scene
Little game the children will play And as we watch them while time away Look at me and take my breath away yeah
You’ll be smiling eyes beguiling And the song on the breeze Will call my name out and your dream
Chestnuts roasting outside as you walk With your love by your side The old accordion man plays mellow and bright And you go home in the crispness of the night
Little later friends will be along And if you feel like joining the throng Just might feel like singing Autumn song Just may feel like singing Autumn song
You’ll be smiling Eyes beguiling And the song on the breeze Calls my name out in your dream
Chestnuts roasting outside As you walk with your love by your side And the old accordion plays mellow and bright And you go home in the crispness of the night
Little later friends will be along And if you feel like joining the throng Just might feel like singing Autumn song Just may feel like singing Autumn song
You’ll be smiling Eyes beguiling And the song on the breeze Calls my name out in your dream
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the heart feels a languid grief Laid on it for a covering, And how sleep seems a goodly thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? And how the swift beat of the brain Falters because it is in vain, In Autumn at the fall of the leaf Knowest thou not? and how the chief Of joys seems—not to suffer pain? Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the soul feels like a dried sheaf Bound up at length for harvesting, And how death seems a comely thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
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