Autumn Draft by J.F. Stephen

verse 1:
The dark blue heaven reflected in a pool,
Fringed by red fallen leaves
Light autumn wind pouring a cool
Looked at herbage for this

And, even more, his complacent smile
The twinkling of derisive eyes
He still stands now,
Waiting, smoking
It is as he used to be a king

chorus:
Dry papers scattered by autumn
flying into grey colour
And bridges burned wholly behind me
And so perplexed, tousled crow just is falling to ground
Still clutching at the disappearing felling

verse 2:
Morning and working. A regular day
In evening rapier, guitar and spirits
Also some damsel will be, oh yeah
And all I meant just as planned will be

After that he will be calling by phone
And will be talking continuously
Meanwhile the wind remembers it all
Remembers he used to be a king

chorus