FALL - Bruce Cockburn

    cloud pillars clinging like vines to the sky
    don't cry
    we'll walk down the meadow with sunrise inside
    so dry your eyes
    the winds of all kingdoms meet where we stand

    the gray forest people cast off their old clothes
    everything's sleeping as winter draws near
    so close your eyes
    the mists of all twilights dance close at hand

    the rust-coloured river is now slowing down
    going dry
    harvest has lifted the crown from the ground
    but don't you cry
    the song of the seasons brings life to the land


    Marco Giunco
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