OCTOBER WINDS
(Bill Staines)
Tomatoes on my windowsill, well they go from green to red.
Some are in the garden still - the frost it's got the bed.
We've apples in the presses now, and cider in the pails.
The grey geese fly beside the clouds and the hunters have the trails.
I'll tie a red bandana 'round that old sleepy dog of mine
To try and keep her safe and sound; the shotgun pellets whine.
My supply of fuel, it's pretty good - we've worked all summer long
And one last robin in the wood has left us with this song.
Get out, get out that garden rake, it seems it's in the cards
That every windblown leafy shade is now in your backyard.
Pull on that old blue wooly coat that keeps you from the chill,
October winds have come to town and summer's o'er the hill.
October winds have come to town and summer's o'er the hill.
There's hay stacked high up in the loft and feed corn in the bin.
The cattle gather 'round the trough and the crops have all come in.
You whisper to yourself alone, "Lord, how the seasons fly."
When birds have taken wing and flown across the morning sky.
Get out, get out that garden rake, it seems it's in the cards
That every windblown leafy shade is now in your backyard.
Pull on that old blue wooly coat that keeps you from the chill,
October winds have come to town, and summer's o'er the hill.
October winds have come to town, and summer's o'er the hill.
(Bill Staines)
Tomatoes on my windowsill, well they go from green to red.
Some are in the garden still - the frost it's got the bed.
We've apples in the presses now, and cider in the pails.
The grey geese fly beside the clouds and the hunters have the trails.
I'll tie a red bandana 'round that old sleepy dog of mine
To try and keep her safe and sound; the shotgun pellets whine.
My supply of fuel, it's pretty good - we've worked all summer long
And one last robin in the wood has left us with this song.
Get out, get out that garden rake, it seems it's in the cards
That every windblown leafy shade is now in your backyard.
Pull on that old blue wooly coat that keeps you from the chill,
October winds have come to town and summer's o'er the hill.
October winds have come to town and summer's o'er the hill.
There's hay stacked high up in the loft and feed corn in the bin.
The cattle gather 'round the trough and the crops have all come in.
You whisper to yourself alone, "Lord, how the seasons fly."
When birds have taken wing and flown across the morning sky.
Get out, get out that garden rake, it seems it's in the cards
That every windblown leafy shade is now in your backyard.
Pull on that old blue wooly coat that keeps you from the chill,
October winds have come to town, and summer's o'er the hill.
October winds have come to town, and summer's o'er the hill.
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Date: 2008-09-22 03:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-22 04:22 pm (UTC)Nice icon, too. :)