Song | October Song |
Artist | The Incredible String Band |
Album | Live at the Fillmore 1968 |
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I'll sing you this October song | |
Oh, there is no song before it | |
The words and tune are none of my own | |
For my joys and sorrows bore it | |
Beside the sea | |
The brambly briers in the still of evening | |
Birds fly out behind the sun | |
And with them I'll leaving | |
The fallen leaves that jewel the ground | |
They know the art of dying | |
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts | |
In the scarlet shadows lying | |
When hunger calls my footsteps home | |
The morning follows after | |
I swim the seas within my mind | |
And the pine-trees laugh green laughter | |
I used to search for happiness | |
And I used to follow pleasure | |
But I found a door behind my mind | |
And that's the greatest treasure | |
For rulers like to lay down laws | |
And rebels like to break them | |
And the poor priests like to walk in chains | |
And God likes to forsake them | |
I met a man whose name was Time | |
And he said, "I must be goin'†| |
But just how long ago that was | |
I have no way of knowing | |
Sometimes I want to murder time | |
Sometimes when my heart's aching | |
But mostly I just stroll along | |
The path that he is taking |
I' ll sing you this October song | |
Oh, there is no song before it | |
The words and tune are none of my own | |
For my joys and sorrows bore it | |
Beside the sea | |
The brambly briers in the still of evening | |
Birds fly out behind the sun | |
And with them I' ll leaving | |
The fallen leaves that jewel the ground | |
They know the art of dying | |
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts | |
In the scarlet shadows lying | |
When hunger calls my footsteps home | |
The morning follows after | |
I swim the seas within my mind | |
And the pinetrees laugh green laughter | |
I used to search for happiness | |
And I used to follow pleasure | |
But I found a door behind my mind | |
And that' s the greatest treasure | |
For rulers like to lay down laws | |
And rebels like to break them | |
And the poor priests like to walk in chains | |
And God likes to forsake them | |
I met a man whose name was Time | |
And he said, " I must be goin' | |
But just how long ago that was | |
I have no way of knowing | |
Sometimes I want to murder time | |
Sometimes when my heart' s aching | |
But mostly I just stroll along | |
The path that he is taking |
I' ll sing you this October song | |
Oh, there is no song before it | |
The words and tune are none of my own | |
For my joys and sorrows bore it | |
Beside the sea | |
The brambly briers in the still of evening | |
Birds fly out behind the sun | |
And with them I' ll leaving | |
The fallen leaves that jewel the ground | |
They know the art of dying | |
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts | |
In the scarlet shadows lying | |
When hunger calls my footsteps home | |
The morning follows after | |
I swim the seas within my mind | |
And the pinetrees laugh green laughter | |
I used to search for happiness | |
And I used to follow pleasure | |
But I found a door behind my mind | |
And that' s the greatest treasure | |
For rulers like to lay down laws | |
And rebels like to break them | |
And the poor priests like to walk in chains | |
And God likes to forsake them | |
I met a man whose name was Time | |
And he said, " I must be goin' | |
But just how long ago that was | |
I have no way of knowing | |
Sometimes I want to murder time | |
Sometimes when my heart' s aching | |
But mostly I just stroll along | |
The path that he is taking |