Isn't it like them to perceive The dullest, dark colours in a cornucopia of leaves? We was dancing 'round the hills In our autumnal feast We was dressed in scarlet foliage When summer had been bereaved If the winter seems barren And the solstice makes you feel alone If the water from the creek don't satisfy anymore There is a burrow in my chest There's a home for your happiness And when the harvest moon comes back We'll weave our golden gowns again There's a fire in the valley just be there 'round seven We'll figure out what needs to be burned But I just want your company There ain't nothin cold as ice when you've Come accomodated to heat But we've warmth in our bodies We've a steady 90-something degrees Bring your king of hearts, your throne, your Bring your keys, your cups, your coat, your Bring your canons, bring your gold, your Bring your mares, bath stone, marrow, Bring your wicker rocker, ram's horn, Bring your 'bacco, books, your hound, your