Mostly Autumn Follow

At the ticking of the sun
On the green bellied mountains,
I'm staring high in the sky.
In the breeze I can taste
The fragrance of his moment
And I take a deep breath.
Then the breeze picks up his bags
And blows on over my shoulder
That's life, this life.
We're running out of time,
But the time is still behind us
And tomorrow cuts the dawn that's the law.
And the spirit of the past
Still lingers in surroundings.
I'm the owner of my mind and I know
The spirit of autumn past.
Yesterday the sun shone on the party
And everybody shone at the sun.
But now I'm alone and the sky turns grey
There's a ghost across the wind.
We're running out of time,
But the time is still behind us
And tomorrow cuts the dawn that's the law.
And the spirit of the past
Still lingers in surroundings.
I'm the owner of my mind and I know
The spirit of autumn past.
You and me and all of us,
From the dying stars to the dreams of children,
We're all together now.
We're running out of time,
But the time is still behind us
And tomorrow cuts the dawn that's the law.
And the spirit of the past
Still lingers in surroundings.
I'm the owner of my mind and I know
The spirit of autumn past.
We're running out of time,
But the time is still behind us
And tomorrow cuts the dawn that's the law.
But the spirit of your past
Will echo through your hallways
And the walls you leave behind,
Will breath your life.
The spirit of autumn past.