I'll sing you my October song
There is no song before it
The words and tune are not my own
My joy and sorrow bore it
Birds fly out from behind the sun
And with them I'll be leaving
The fallen leaves bejewel the ground
They know the art of dying
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts
The morning follows after
I swim the seas within my mind
The pine trees laugh green laughter
I met a man who's name was time
He said "I must be going"
But just how long ago that was
Sometimes I could murder time
But mostly I just like to stroll along
The path that he is taking