The wind is whistling to the tune of winter’s change
And blows the dead leaves all around us
The night whispers secret things it wants to say
And you can hear them if you close your eyes
The sun is set on the horizon
The autumn sky just went to bed
Now wrap up tight ‘cause it’s a cold night
And child when morning comes we’ll go to mourn the dead
My transom fills with darkness even when the sun is high
The shroud is covering my mind
Her eyelids flashed as I covered them with earth
I justify she got what she deserved
The sun is set on the horizon
The autumn sky just went to bed
Now wrap up tight ‘cause it’s a cold night
And child when morning comes we’ll go to mourn the dead
I hear the tremors of her soft vibrating voice
They pull my spirits from their thoughts
The grass is cold and wet as I find a special place
Its morbid beauty no longer rots
The sun is set on the horizon
The autumn sky just went to bed
Now wrap up tight ‘cause it’s a cold night
And child when morning comes we’ll go to mourn the dead
I feel the earth cave in around me
I’m lying broken in her bed
No one in sight and it’s a cold night
I hear the shovel - earth is covering my head
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