We haven’t been the same, you know Since we buried you bellow On that still winter day In the plot you picked out so many years ago When you laid your wife in her grave
Bring me back to autumn Or lead me on to May I am not ready to take the helm Abandoned on your dying day
Played that reverie And that’s just fine with me If the crows sit and caw How cold and deep the freeze Steals our every hope Even after the thaw
But bring me back to autumn Or lead me on to May I am not ready to take the helm Abandoned on your dying day
If I can here return If I can ever learn To fill the void, as they say Grateful I have this earth To channel you in my hands Feel your force in a way
And it would bring me back to autumn Or lead me on to May I am not ready to take the helm Abandoned on your dying day
And it would bring me back to autumn Or lead me on to May I am not ready to take the helm Abandoned on your dying day Your dying day Your dying day