I had resigned to a lifelong Autumn
- quiet, slow and sweet.
Then one day I met Spring.

My heart is now a storm between seasons
- and I feel that I will forever live in regret
if I don't chase you.

Thrashed open again!
My heart is real.

My heart is broken,
love spilt all over the place.
I want to gather some up for you,
will you hold out your hands?

I am heavens fool
I go the way I will.

Great is the gain, deep the loss
- and somewhere in the middle is my treasure.

With heaven behind me
am I really so foolish?

The cold and rains have come.
Summer is closing
and hearth-smoke richens the night air.

I have no idea why I say the things I do.
Sometimes I just trust my voice to sing.