AUTUMN
Winter is whispering in the breeze
To gorgeous flowers and graceful trees,
Get ready, get ready, for Autumn gay
Is the time we have for Rally Day.
You must listen to all that I say.
See! Everyone's gathering up the hay.
Apples are falling, and grapes appear;
Summer is dying, for don't you hear
Her bitter sighing? She's tired to death
With so much work, she's out of her breath.
She does not want you, don't stick to her,
See! She's leaving you. Does it occur
That some one must care and comfort you?
I am the person, and that she knew.
If you don't listen to my first call,
I'll speak again, and that will be all.
Then I will come with thunder and storm;
If you don't mind me, I'll do you harm,
Though I come last of all of the year,
Come I with blast, if you will not hear.
I am your friend, if you'll only see
How rest to everyone will agree.
So heed to my kindness now, for it will be said
Must deal with you harshly; can't be led.
Come, little flowerets, and you, dainty leaves,
Drop from your stemlets, and from your trees.
Winter is whispering that you must rest.
Listen to him, and do what is best.
To gorgeous flowers and graceful trees,
Get ready, get ready, for Autumn gay
Is the time we have for Rally Day.
You must listen to all that I say.
See! Everyone's gathering up the hay.
Apples are falling, and grapes appear;
Summer is dying, for don't you hear
Her bitter sighing? She's tired to death
With so much work, she's out of her breath.
She does not want you, don't stick to her,
See! She's leaving you. Does it occur
That some one must care and comfort you?
I am the person, and that she knew.
If you don't listen to my first call,
I'll speak again, and that will be all.
Then I will come with thunder and storm;
If you don't mind me, I'll do you harm,
Though I come last of all of the year,
Come I with blast, if you will not hear.
I am your friend, if you'll only see
How rest to everyone will agree.
So heed to my kindness now, for it will be said
Must deal with you harshly; can't be led.
Come, little flowerets, and you, dainty leaves,
Drop from your stemlets, and from your trees.
Winter is whispering that you must rest.
Listen to him, and do what is best.
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