In the Autumn of My Madness

In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey 
for the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to say 
When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds) 
bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them with words 

In the autumn of my madness which in coming won't be long 
for the nights are now much darker and the daylight's not so strong 
and the things which I believed in are no longer quite enough 
for the knowing is much harder and the going's getting rough