a stroll within the morning mist
to hear the song of autumn rise
while birds their plaintive throats insist
beneath the chill and azure skies

to hear the song of autumn rise
as summer fades and memories
and wander with no alibis
within the crisp and smoke-filled breeze

while birds their plaintive throats insist
their revelie unto the world
where neon orange, and red have kissed
each tree that has it's cloaked unfurled

beneath the chill and azure skies
i stroll withing the morning mist
to hear the song of autumn rise
and dream things heart could not resist.