Testo Autumn On The Rise The Early Evening
On the harvest square people rambling alongWith their boots and skins I feel autumn is on the rise
Leaves crackle and fall and the artists flock to the woods
And the word-men squeeze pencils giving life
Our short days get shorter
Our long nights grow longer
Our short days get shorter
Our long nights grow longer
Mr. Moonshine brews his nightshade
Brews it hazy yellow and we dance through fields of pine
Your eyes sparkle and the fragrance of your hair
Keeps me writing, I'm bleeding out these lines
Our short days get shorter
Our long nights grow longer
Our short days get shorter
Our long nights grow longer
Our short days get shorter
Our long nights grow longer
