Autumn Tree

Under the autumn tree
The chair where you would swing
A yard so full of leaves
Hum the song that comforts me A man that resembles me Watching his young lady sleep
Now i’m off to dream
It’s the only ease that comforts me Is this my old shape, my mind is away,
How long have you been gone
The cold winter aged the soft of your face
And i cant move on Market morning sun
Fish from an early hunt
I wait but you’re gone
Mind tells the heart to linger on Is this my old shape, my mind is away,
How long have you been gone
The cold winter aged the soft of your face
And i cant move on Linger on Linger on I cant move on