Autumn

Autumn The leaves of Autumn The bloody leaves of Autumn When the wind’s got up and caught’em And blown’em everywhere With Autumn winds a-squalling Those bloody leaves keep falling Those leaves I’ll soon be hauling Until the trees are bare The leaves of Autumn I know not why God wrought’em Nor why the wind has brought’em And blown’em everywhere Now I guess I can’t return’em So I rake’em up and burn’em And you’d think that that’d learn’em Not to come again next year.