Summer was gone and the heat died down And Autumn reached for her golden crown I looked behind as I heard a sigh But this was the time of no reply The
in the holy wood consecrated to the primordial gods. Baptized with the dew around the oak of this Wiccian's mass celebrated from the warbling of the crows
a promise A name would free us from all lies A word would unite all the dreamers That day was last year They are all the same Only greedy gods In autumn
In the autumn of New England With the sea electric blue And the Arizona desert When a storm rolls into view In the Southern spring time meadows Where
again While autumn leaves fall In the summer of my life It is the millstone Around the neck of us all But You wore it like a crown Weaving to the shrill
you know me, love can leave a stain... You steal my only hope and make me stay awake another night. I wish you bear with me, stay near me. When the autumn
slept to suddenly awake Alas, my love, wilt thou kiss me goodbye? The lingering night will aid thee on thy travels I'll craft but one thing more, a crow
me was in London, but by the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone. Forever Autumn The summer sun is fading as
I knew her when summer was her crown And autumn sad How brown her eyes... Now See her walk by Peppermint coat Button-down clothes Buttoned-up high Diamonds
Summer was gone and the heat died down And Autumn reached for her golden crown I looked behind as I heard a sigh But this was the time of no reply. The
firetunes Veiled in everlasting silence But once your heart was full of tunes As we danced as one with the dryads of July Ashra Autumnal storms of endless
touch of autumn. Fog covering my feet in the first season of mist. A crown of shadows drifting away in the rain. Leafs of autumn, black and with no life
dams a-playing? The cuckoo is singing in the shady grove The flowers they are springing, the maids they go a-Maying In love all hearts seem now to move. Next cometh Autumn
a promise to burn Secrets brooded as She rode Through mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows
level He brings the icy prophecies of war Black crow, black crow, tell me where you really go When you fly into the sunset, high in evening sky, Black crow, black crow
( Supposed to be on the Thomas Crown Affair OST, but rejected ! ) Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it's own Down a hallow to a cavern where