I sense Autumn coming on The mist has hung low all day Small birds gather on the wing
Preparing to make their way. The trees begin to show A trace of brown among the green Bringing back the memories That only you and I have seen. I sense Autumn coming on The sun sinking red and deep The fires burning in the fields As late Summer falls asleep. The leaves begin to scatter As the North wind calls their name Folding gently back into The silent earth from which they came. The Winter Long (Cousins) Still waters flow Sea breezes blow Wild flowers grow Abundant at your feet. Soft falling snow Warm candle glow Flushed faces show The pleasure when we meet. Hold on to me, I′ll hold on to you The winter long I will always be with you. Hold on to me, I'll hold on to you I will be the one who will always see you through.
Writer(s): Dave Cousins