We haven't been the same you know Since we buried you below 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'm not ready to take the helm Abandoned on your dying day
Played them a reverie And that’s just fine with me If the crows sit and caw How deep the earth will freeze And seal our every hum Even after the thaw
Bring me back to autumn Or lead me on to may I'm 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 can have this earth to Channel you in my hands Feel your force in a way
And it will bring me back to autumn Or lead me on to may I'm not ready to take the helm Abandoned on your dying day
And it will bring me back to autumn Or lead me on to may I'm not ready to take the helm Abandoned on your dying day Your dying day, your dying day
