Red Leaves

Some love can only be found.

Some love can only be found,

In that hushed-up town, where we drove around love.

Like the breeze hummin’,

That the flowers can’t be found,

We knew winter was coming, we knew it’d be back around.

I was waking for the Willows,

Breaking with the breeze,

Watching the fog roll over the hill and lift up the red leaves.

I was waiting for the geese to fly me South,

But the fire never ceased-

Nothing put it out.

I was waking for the Willows,

I was breaking with the breeze,

I was watching the fog roll over the hill and lift up the red leaves.

I was waiting for the geese to fly me South,

But the fire never ceased-

Nothing put it out.