.
Under the autumn tree
The chair where you would swing
A yard so full of leaves
Comfort me
.
A man that resembles me
Watching his young lady sleep
Now I'm off to dream
Comfort me
.
Is this my old shape, my mind is away,
How long have you been gone
The cold winters aged the soft of your face
And I can't move on
.
Market morning sun
Fish from an early hunt
I wait but you're gone
Linger on
.
Is this my old shape, my mind is away,
How long have you been gone
The cold winters aged the soft of your face
And I can't move on
.
Linger on Linger on
Linger on Linger on
And I can't move on
Linger on Linger on
Linger on Linger on
And I can't move on