How mournful is an Autumn breeze
As it whistles through the pines and
Loosens their their branches to sway
Singing lilting tunes to no one but a
Young boy thinking, remembering how
Sweet that was after all those years.
As it whistles through the pines and
Loosens their their branches to sway
Singing lilting tunes to no one but a
Young boy thinking, remembering how
Sweet that was after all those years.
