We haven't been the same you know
Since we buried you below on that still winter day
In the plot you picked out so many years ago
When you laid your wife in her grave
But bring me back to autumn or lead me onto May
I''m not ready to take the helm abandoned on your dying day
Played that reverie and that's just fine with me
If the crows sit and caw how cold and deep the freeze
Seals our every hope even after the thaw
But bring me back to autumn or lead me onto May
I''m not ready to take the helm abandoned on your dying day
If I can here return if I can ever learn to
Fill the void as they say
Grateful I can have this earth to
Channel you in my hands
Feel your force in a way
And it would
Bring me back to autumn
Or lead me onto May
I'm not ready to take the helm abandoned on your dying day and it would
Bring me back to autumn or lead me onto May
I'm not ready to take the helm abandoned on your dying day
Your dying day your dying day
