Yesterday, 02:17 AM
I step on deck to watch the dawn,
all’s quiet on the bay,
and when the mist has burnt away
we’ll have a fine new day.
The forest wears its mantel now
of brown and gold and red,
for burning summer days have passed,
and fall is here instead.
Long delta-flights of honking geese
come back to winter homes,
and cooler winds blow on the bay,
it's time for me to roam
I'll head south to the islands now,
warm seas and sandy cays
but next year I’ll be here again,
amongst these golden trees.
all’s quiet on the bay,
and when the mist has burnt away
we’ll have a fine new day.
The forest wears its mantel now
of brown and gold and red,
for burning summer days have passed,
and fall is here instead.
Long delta-flights of honking geese
come back to winter homes,
and cooler winds blow on the bay,
it's time for me to roam
I'll head south to the islands now,
warm seas and sandy cays
but next year I’ll be here again,
amongst these golden trees.