Autumn is still on the ground,
When winter ushers in,
It came to soon, to soon, to soon.
Winter was to soon.

When we were young, we had some fun,
With summer on our heels.
Then fall comes in, and chills our skin.
Still, we know how summer feels.

Beautiful eyes,
He had beautiful eyes....
That's what I remember,
His beautiful eyes.
They looked into me,
his beautiful eyes...
My soul I bared,to
those beautiful eyes.
I was left wide open,
No defenses...
He had such beautiful eyes.

The cicadas come every seventeen years.
They make a lot of noise.
You better cover your ears.
The cicadas come every seventeen years.

Little ones, don't you fear.
Go inside and find your toys.
The cicadas come every seventeen years.
They make a lot of noise.

I am old and must ask forgiveness, for I have been asleep to long.  In youth, I sang
a peaceful song, But now, those days are forever gone. In youth I took the words
to heart. Yet, somehow I never played the part.  Was it, my words were never heard,
or have I now become a part of the herd?

If one man stands against the river, what chance has he to deliver.
If two men stand against the river, twice the chance he has to deliver.

In time, we fought our brothers, with all our might, for a chance to equal rights. Just to be
again enslaved, by the almighty wage; and again to be caught in the bankers cage. But money
buys many things, silver, gold, and poverty. Our brothers south have empty mouths,
And I have lost my teeth......

If one man stands against the river, what chance has he to deliver.
If two men stand against the river, twice the chance he has to deliver.

Have I forgotten what I was to do?  Or perhaps my dreams were trampled by the few.
So a word of wisdom, I give to you.  

The man that holds his brothers head, beneath the water for greed, will be swept down the river,
Eventually.

My love, you have killed my heart.
But that my love,was just the start.
You went on to **** my soul,
and you were so very, very cold.

You, my love, lived in this house,
and only pretended to be my spouse.
A life ago you made me a promise,
But, you my love, were not honest.

Things can never be the same,
and I will give you back your name.
Just leave me with my broken heart,
And, I will find a place to start.

I, my love, will never be the same.
You have left me with the blame.
But, I will slowly pickup the pieces,
And day by day I will iron the creases.

I, my love, will live again,
A new life I shall begin.
And out of the ashes of our love.
I will become a snow white dove.