Quiet Corner

(альбом: Cold Moon - 2015)

A blue and windy day
A month or so ago
Was the last gasp of summertime this year
And now the cold has come in
It's damp and gray again
Rotting all the fruit left on the vine
Our hands can never keep up
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons

Days grow short
Fade away
Sweet decay
Of brown and gold
Autumn rain
She cascades
The cloud's in the sky above no more

In the south, the northwest
The birds have come and gone
With patterns in time the years pass us by
And now the cold has come in again
And again and again
Rotting all the fruit left on the vine
Our hands can never keep up
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons
We never tire of the changing of the seasons

Days grow short
Fade away
Sweet decay
Of brown and gold
Autumn rain
She cascades
The cloud's in the sky above no more

Dark coming in
Light fades to black
Going where the wind goes
Dark coming in
Light fades to black
Going where the wind goes
Dark coming in
Light fades to black
Going where the wind goes
The cloud's in the sky above no more