Autumn Girl
Autumn, no autumn girl you were not blessed this year
With skies of gray and trees of winter
See them change before you're eyes
As I watch the orange dance by
From the lamplight to the droplets on her cheek
Are you truthful in excuses?
Am I blind to you're lies? But
I've got a feeling
The Winter will be cold
But you're smile could warm me to the bones
Yer the winter may be cold
But You're smile could warm me to the bones
Autumn girl
And how you gonna feel?
How you gonna feel?
When winter comes to your door
Maybe by then I could have shown you
That I can be something more
Than the fool of the past times
Often looking back
Into the fields of yesterday
As they stretch further into the past
But Maybe that's all I am
Are you truthful in excuses?
Am I blind to you're lies? But
I've got a feeling
The winter will be cold
But you're smile could warm me to the bones
Yer the winter will be cold
But you're smile could warm me to the bones
Autumn girl
You were never sure, you were never sure
You're from the forests of Finland
To the fields of France
We've got no future
And who cares for the past
With skies of gray and trees of winter
See them change before you're eyes
As I watch the orange dance by
From the lamplight to the droplets on her cheek
Are you truthful in excuses?
Am I blind to you're lies? But
I've got a feeling
The Winter will be cold
But you're smile could warm me to the bones
Yer the winter may be cold
But You're smile could warm me to the bones
Autumn girl
And how you gonna feel?
How you gonna feel?
When winter comes to your door
Maybe by then I could have shown you
That I can be something more
Than the fool of the past times
Often looking back
Into the fields of yesterday
As they stretch further into the past
But Maybe that's all I am
Are you truthful in excuses?
Am I blind to you're lies? But
I've got a feeling
The winter will be cold
But you're smile could warm me to the bones
Yer the winter will be cold
But you're smile could warm me to the bones
Autumn girl
You were never sure, you were never sure
You're from the forests of Finland
To the fields of France
We've got no future
And who cares for the past
Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Faulkner
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