Paroles de Autumn's here

Hawksley Workman

pochette album Autumn's here
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Date de parution : 22/09/2003

Durée : 0:04:59

Style : Rock



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You can tell by the wind
By fresh cut wood
All stack to dry
That autumn's here
And it makes you sad
About the crummy
Summer we had
With pine trees creeking
The raven's screeching
Just like the story my grandma tells
About when a bird
Hits your window
Ans someone
Youknow
Is about to die
Autumn's here
It's ok if you want to cry
Find a sweater
And you'll be better
Until the kindling is tinder dry
We can be quiet
As we walk down
To see the graveyard
Where they are now
I wonder howw
They brought

Their piano
To haldane hill
From old berlin
Be hard to keep it
Well in tune
With winters like the one
That is coming soon
Autumn'here
It's time to cry now
I think that ghosts like
The cooler weather
When leaves turn colour
They get together
And walk along
These old back roads
Where no one lives
And no one goes
With all they're hopes set
On the railway
That never came
So no one stayed
I guess that autumn
Gets you remembering
And the smallest things
Just make you cry
Autumn's here

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