Autumn leaves red, brown, golden yellow
fall from trees on a lonely fellow.
Springtime friendship grew to Summer love
just to die 'neath Winter's snowy glove.
Fall colors stunning as Spring flowers,
I watch them drop for - seems like hours.
Any day I'll be buried right here,
buried alone, to me, that is clear.
We search and find our loves, then lose them.
Seems long ago, don't remember when
I found it or just when I lost it.
Ne'er find another, so here I sit.
Please, leaves of Autumn keep dropping down,
cover me up with my blues and frown.
Bury me deep and provide me heat,
Mother Earth as a love can't be beat.
Just leave me lie here until next Spring,
'haps to see what new love that will bring.
Love of the Father for I've been good.
That Springtime love of my childhood.
Music is Dust In The Wind
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