In the Cool Autumn Morning
In the cool autumn morning,
When leaves did softly fall;
I heard the geese fly over,
The beckon in their call.
And in the day's dawning,
My mind began to roll;
Back to fields of clover,
Where as a child I'd stroll.
To a clear summer's morning,
In woods of green I'd roam;
Seizing the moments forming,
Till mother called me home.
And as my mind did wander,
I longed for those days known;
All that time to squander,
Oh my, how it had flown.
The geese calls grow dimmer,
Quiet now fills the room;
Heaven's light doth glimmer,
A brightness in the gloom.
And in the darkness looming,
Twas angels I heard call;
In the cool autumn morning,
When leaves did softly fall.
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