Number Forty Three, October 25th, 2012

Autumn Comes Around

Dead as the leaves
The sleeping trees
Now autumn come around
The deer come in
And the squirrels are thieves
When autumn comes around

Ripping like an Alberta clipper
Tearing through the branches
Wind is crying, hear it calling
Someday
You'll take your chances

Filled my cup
With the whole wide world
Now autumn comes around
Now the lines
On my map are blurred
As autumn comes around

So the moon is high
But the pull is gone
When autumn comes around
I guess the season's come
For just keeping on
When autumn comes around