You can tell by the wind

By fresh cut wood

All stacked to dry

That autumn's here

And it makes you sad

About the crumby

Summer we had



With pine trees creeking

The raven's screeching

Just like the story my grandma tells

About when a bird

Hits your window

And someone you know

Is about to die



Autumn's here

It's ok if you want to cry



Find a sweater

And you'll be better

Until the kindling is tinder dry

We can be quiet

As we walk down

To see the graveyard

Where they are now

I wonder how

They brought their piano

To haldane hill

From old berlin

Be hard to keep it

Well in tune

With winters like the one

That is coming soon

Auntumn's here

It's time to cry now



I think that ghosts like

The cooler weather

When leaves turn colour

They get together

And walk along

These old back roads

Where no one lives

And no one goes

With all their hopes set

On the railway

That never came

So no one stayed

I guess that autumn

Gets you remembering

And the smallest things

Just make you cry.



Autumn's here.




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