كلمات Autumn Tree

Under the autumn tree The chair where you would swing The yard so full of leaves It comforts me A man that resembles me Watching his young lady sleep Now I'm off to dream Comfort me Is this my old shape? My mind is away How long have you been gone? And the cold winter's aged The soft of your face And I can't move on My good morning sun Fish from early hunt I wake but you're gone Linger on Is this my old shape? My mind is away How long have you been gone? And the cold winter's aged The soft of your face And I can't move on Linger on Linger on And I can't move on Linger on Linger on And I can't move on Linger on Linger on And I can't move on Linger on Linger on No, I can't move on