Do you look each time
You go outside
For that first leaf
To bravely show
Just a whisper of
Orange, red or yellow?
Do you breathe in
Slowly to get a hint
Of Autumn sneakin' in?
Its comin', youngin's
I feel it in my bones.
I hear it in my sleepin'
Taste it when
I lick my lips
As I hunger for
A cool, ramblin' walk
In the hills back home.
