begins Down the crossroads in a sleepy little inn By the fire when the sun goes down But the night becomes you And the secrets of the rain Forever autumn
fell autumn rain but all things must pass So fell autumn rain washed away all my pain I feel brighter somehow lighter somehow to breath once again So tell autumn
bluer than the heart you had to break my sea is deeper than your lake my sea is deeper than your lake my sea is deeper than the lake behind your house
than your lake My sea is deeper than your lake In the lake You will find me Behind your house Behind your house And from that lake I will
fell autumn rain but all things must pass So fell autumn rain washed away all my pain I feel bnghter somehow lighter somehow to breath once again So tell autumn
will be a swan Until She feels The love of nobleman Forever her soul will be a swan Until She feels The love of nobleman In swan lake In swan lake Tired
will be a swan Until She feels The love of nobleman Forever her soul will be a swan Until She feels The love of nobleman In swan lake In swan lake
the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken Whilst as through them we are taken Sleeping forests wake Ice melts on the lake Birds begin
sweet summertime Cast shadows of doubt on my face A midday sun, it's causing hues Refracting within the still lake I'm the green man The green man Autumn
and painful death ends faster than the eye can see Taking your last breath feels like eternity Catching a cool breeze across a late summer lake Feel the chill of autumn
Wait till the sidewalk shivers the beggars Robbed in their blankets they try to hang on Light from the street lane seems to shine better After the autumn
reminds you of the fall Through the fields and the streams and the lakes and the trees And the grass and the logs run all my dogs And I am home again In the autumn
O, yellow autumn moon You find me blue tonight What with the summer gone What with the fading light No sails upon the lake No children on the shore No
Let there be snow Let there be snow Deep I remind the autumns behind You let the wind blow This is a time of year to make Figurines across the lake
I hear the cry of desolated souls scattered in the cold night sky, went astray and dissolved in the spectral starlight. Traveling above the mirror lakes
Santa in December But guess what, my Wally's got messed up Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land O' Lake
