Autumn

“The soft muted colours of Autumn remind us of the sweet melancholy of the season. So to Nature’s palette I have added the colour blue”

The wild geese are leaving

Ever South they fly

Skeined in vee formation

Through cooling autumn skies

Loud in ululation

Plaintive is their cry

Follow one another

On whispered wings and sighs

CHORUS:
And I have come to know what is true

The colour of autumn is blue

The journey long together

Silver by her side

Through the stormy oceans

And on the ripping tide

Drawn by scented rivers

To the spawning grounds

On salmon redds and gravel beds

In ecstasy they drown

CHORUS:
And I have come to know what is true

The colour of autumn is blue

BRIDGE:
Blue like the green leaves

Yellowed into brown

Soft as falling tears

Gentle on the ground

Blue like the green leaves

Cinnamon and Gold

Withered into autumn

Wintered into old

The dying days of summer

Time for moving on

Swallows and the Martins

Symphonied in song

Lined abreast for leaving

Africa they’re bound

And empty skies will echo

The silence of their sound

CHORUS:
And I have come to know what is true

The colour of autumn is blue