Autumn Tree

Under the autumn tree The chair where you would swing A yard so full of leaves Comfort me A man that resembles me Watching his young lady sleep Now I'm off to dream Comfort me Is this my old shape, my mind is away, How long have you been gone The cold winter aged the soft of your face And I cant move on Market morning sun Fish from an early hunt I wait but you're gone Linger on Is this my old shape, my mind is away, How long have you been gone The cold winter aged the soft of your face And I cant move on Linger on Linger on I cant move on