I'll sing you my October song

There is no song before it

The words and tune are not my own

My joy and sorrow bore it



Beside the sea

the brambly brier

In the still of evening

Birds fly out from behind the sun

And with them I'll be leaving



The fallen leaves bejewel the ground

They know the art of dying

And leave with joy their glad gold hearts

In scarlet shadows lying



When hunger calls my weary footsteps home

The morning follows after

I swim the seas within my mind

The pine trees laugh green laughter



I met a man who's name was time

He said