Autumn This Year - Steve Forbert

Ba da ba da ba da ba da ba da ba da

Autumn this year is gonna break my heart

Leaves start fallin and the feelin starts

Days turn shorter and the nights turn cool

And children walk home from school

And children walk home from school

Ba da ba da ba da

Blue skys clearer when that old mill stream

Flows cold water down a clean pipe dream

Airs like apples in the mild day sun

When summertimes race has run

When summertimes race has run

It gets in your throat

That melancholy mood

Its bound to make you sadder

But its good soul food

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh.

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Round moons yellow and its gold light glows

Bare, black branches in a blind breeze blow

Old folk fables tend to talk like wine

And younger times haunt my mind

Halloween comes and its the last sweet night

Everything changes in the next days light

One tough cricket sings his last lone song

And wintertime comes on strong

And wintertime comes on strong