IN HELD 'TWAS IN I c) IN THE AUTUMN OF MY MADNESS

In the autumn of my madness
When my hair is turning grey
For the milk has finally curdled
And I've nothing left to say
When all my thoughts are spoken
Save my last departing birds

Bring all my friends onto me
And I'll strangle them with words

In the autumn of my madness
Which in coming won't be long
For the nights are now much darker
And the daylight's not so strong
And the things which I believed in
Are no longer quite enough

For the knowing is much harder
And the going's getting rough



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Fisher, Keith Reid, Gary Brooker
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