September Wine

歌詞

Sitting on my own I contemplate Summer is gone and the coloured leaves fall Down to Earth, looking better than the rest of the year I see the gathering dancing round 17 maids and 17 men They dance so high for it is the last dance of the year Mystic Minstrels by the fire, Blowing their best for everyone September Wine has shown them The best of the year Painted people flying now Weaving twisting, turning on, Red and White polka dot memories Of the best of the year Smiling faces sink to the ground Moon and Stars are up above Making love to carry them Through the rest of the year Now the Autumn nights have gone Coloured leaves frosted on the ground Gratefully lay, giving back life To the rest of the year