DSC01946I sense Autumn coming on
The mist has hung low all day
Small birds gather on the wing
Preparing to make their wayDSC01940The trees begin to show
A trace of brown among the green
Bringing back the memories
That only you and I have seenDSC01985I sense Autumn coming on
The sun sinking red and deep
The fires burning in the fields
As late Summer falls asleepDSC01993The leaves begin to scatter
As the North wind calls their name
Folding gently back into
The silent earth from which they came

Tekst: The Strawbs

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