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Hawksley Workman - Autumn's Here lyrics
You can tell by the wind By the fresh cut wood All stacked to dry That autumn's here And it makes you sad About the crummy 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 fi 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 Autumn'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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