Beautiful, sweeping, seeping mist
Don't weep for me your gentle tears
But kiss the trees as only you can
Before their youthful leaves turn Gold
To be plucked or pulled down by the wind
Bewitch the spell till summer comes
And turn the Falls' head with drizzlin'
As you clasp bare limbs in paleing hands
Would you kiss the trees as only you can?
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Beautiful, sweeping, seeping mist
Don't weep for me your gentle tears
But kiss the trees as only you can
Before their youthful leaves turn Gold
To be plucked or pulled down by the wind
Bewitch the spell till summer comes
And turn the Falls' head with drizzlin'
As you clasp bare limbs in paleing hands
Would you kiss the trees as only you can?
