Autumn - Strawbs

I sense Autumn coming on

The mist has hung low all day

Small birds gather on the wing

Preparing to make their way

The trees begin to show

A trace of brown among the green

Bringing back the memories

That only you and I have seen

I sense Autumn coming on

The sun sinking red and deep

The fires burning in the fields

As late Summer falls asleep

The leaves begin to scatter

As the North wind calls their name

Folding gently back into

The silent earth from which they came

© The Winter Long

Still waters flow

Sea breezes blow

Wild flowers grow

Abundant at your feet

Soft falling snow

Warm candle glow

Flushed faces show

The pleasures when we meet

Hold on to me

I’ll hold on to you

The winter long

I will always be with you

Hold on to me

I’ll hold on to you

The winter long

I will always be with you

Hold on to me

I’ll hold on to you

I will be the one

Who will always see you through

Hold on to me

I’ll hold on to you

I will be the one

Who will always see you through