AUTUMN COLOURS (D A D G A E, capo 2)
Autumn skies are rising. Autumn winds are blowing. Autumn colours are coming.
Autumn birds are singing. Autumn waves are waving. Autumn colours are coming.
When I wake up from a dream everything falls back in place. I can believe in everything.
When I hear thunder in the distance I count the seconds it takes before my hands are empty again.
Dig me a hole I can find on the brightest day or darkest night. Dig me a hole I can find.
Give me a song I can sing that lets me believe in everything. I can believe anything.
Autumn skies are rising. Autumn winds are blowing. Autumn colours are coming.
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