Uncle Slim - The Autumns

Bells toll

And bellies roll

As Uncle Slim grows old

Fields flow

And fingers sow

We’re sheep unto a fold

Sweet divination

Red lights

And blue tights

Under white starry nights

They wish I may

Wish she might

Grant this one delight

Sweet divination

Foolish child

You threw me

I’ll crawl

But you won’t take me down

Surely as you slew me

I’ll fall

But you won’t take me down