Praise the Autumn - Frown

A few years have passed away

When she said goodbye to her love

I told her not to wait at home

Drown in tears alone and frown

Warm touch of ash is like a fire

In her lap she’s got a creeps

She puts off her dress of fire

Like a groaning autumn trees

At the horizon the crescent disappears

The gloomy black night is coming soon

Salubrious breeze for her soul

Time of fury wakes her up

Christmas moon shining

So full still bright

Make me pure

I renounce my sins

Inside of this mist

Of shady lights

In wicket I’m wincing

Got frozen by cold

It is snowing

The wind takes the light away

The wind’s blowing

The snow drifts my footsteps