Lifeless landscapes Dead trees up in the hills Pure autumn bliss In cold November On a night of gusting wind Clouds came down - down Together we were
Hear the whisper of north land frozen, soulless spirit sleeps heathen people in the winter prays mark of gathering. Autumn winds be gone will-o-the
teh ancient light Unblessed darkness burning still Frozen tears in frozen eyes Here I stand at the dawn of lies Lead me into the Autumn years Then
more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching the darkness calls my name the trees
Winter's coming days die short at the end of autumn's reign hunger becomes ravenous hibernation never waits soon the silent slumber for now October's
Whispered words beneath the floating autumn leaves Flying softly on the southern breeze Fragments of light between the branches and trees I wish I would
So lonely now. My heart is frozen in this place. Waiting for another summer's day; to bring you back my way. I'd be waiting under the pappa tree. Anticipating
moss hangin from the trees Just swaying in the breeze like a sweet memory Running straight outta time, straight outta time (x2)Since you were mine That autumn
glad that I found him Sometimes he seems to be the only one beside me Who can feel the Lord's breath all around him Winter's cold frozen ice or a bright autumn
I'm an autumn girl, flying over London With the trees on fire it looks like home I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer Cause I need some
s games In those who watch them from the shade Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder You are summer And even when the trees have just surrendered
and frozen and watched new life awoken Got that close to closing notion, overdosing on the ocean No one knows this unsung hero, the dirt that makes the tree
Seven milestones... Under a watching autumn eye Contorted trees are spreading forth The message of the wind With frozen hands I rode with the stars
only knows What went wrong and why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song Yeah yeah yeah Now the oak trees are swayin' in the early autumn breeze
