Maples were crying their red leaves on the ground,
Autumn it was when a boy was carried to another land,
It was this season when the dead arose
And with candles in their hands attracted him to another land.
It was autumn that made him float
And dream of quiet, dark and empty roads,
Downhill he did go,
It was the path to lead to another land.
Black cats calmed his heart
While coffee warmed his hand,
In cemetary he had to leave
The adventures of yesterday.
In another land they shall live,
Autumn`s colours are a chaos,
A still chestnut lying by the gate,
Greeting you, welcoming to another land.