Autumn
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Autumn
In Autumn when the leaves turn brownIn Autumn when the leaves turn brownAnd red and gold, they all fall down.And red and gold, they all fall down.
To paint a picture, oh so rare!To paint a picture, oh so rare!I know that God is there...I know that God is there...
In Autumn when the leaves turn brownIn Autumn when the leaves turn brownAnd red and gold, they all fall down.And red and gold, they all fall down.
To paint a picture, oh so rare!To paint a picture, oh so rare!I know that God is there...I know that God is there...
To mastermind His ebb and flow;To mastermind His ebb and flow;To stage His wondrous Autumn To stage His wondrous Autumn
show,show,To brush His skies with molten To brush His skies with molten
gold;gold;I watch His art unfold.I watch His art unfold.
To mastermind His ebb and flow;To mastermind His ebb and flow;To stage His wondrous Autumn To stage His wondrous Autumn
show,show,To brush His skies with molten To brush His skies with molten
gold;gold;I watch His art unfold.I watch His art unfold.
No grander sight could I behold:These leaves of brown and red and gold.
But Winter bodes its icy chillsUpon the snow-clad hills.
No grander sight could I behold:These leaves of brown and red and gold.
But Winter bodes its icy chillsUpon the snow-clad hills.
In time the land, a living scene,
Comes bursting forth in savage green;
And I confront the season's thieves
That took my Autumn leaves.
In time the land, a living scene,
Comes bursting forth in savage green;
And I confront the season's thieves
That took my Autumn leaves.
But soon a softness in the air!But soon a softness in the air!God paints a picture, oh so rareGod paints a picture, oh so rare
Of Autumn leaves that all turn brownOf Autumn leaves that all turn brownAnd red and gold as they fall down.And red and gold as they fall down.
But soon a softness in the air!But soon a softness in the air!God paints a picture, oh so rareGod paints a picture, oh so rare
Of Autumn leaves that all turn brownOf Autumn leaves that all turn brownAnd red and gold as they fall down.And red and gold as they fall down.
The air turns cool, the leaves turn brown,A change is taking place,
And everywhere the signs appearOf Fall's approaching face.
The air turns cool, the leaves turn brown,A change is taking place,
And everywhere the signs appearOf Fall's approaching face.
The birds begin their southward flightThe birds begin their southward flightThat takes them far away,That takes them far away,
And in their plaintive song and cryAnd in their plaintive song and cryA fond good-bye they say.A fond good-bye they say.
The birds begin their southward flightThe birds begin their southward flightThat takes them far away,That takes them far away,
And in their plaintive song and cryAnd in their plaintive song and cryA fond good-bye they say.A fond good-bye they say.
A season dies, a new one's bornA season dies, a new one's bornLike night gives way to day.Like night gives way to day.
Such is the wondrous work of GodSuch is the wondrous work of GodIn His own chosen way.In His own chosen way.
A season dies, a new one's bornA season dies, a new one's bornLike night gives way to day.Like night gives way to day.
Such is the wondrous work of GodSuch is the wondrous work of GodIn His own chosen way.In His own chosen way.
A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, a A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, a nap on the beach, in such encounters with nap on the beach, in such encounters with
nature we often find peace. nature we often find peace.
A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, a A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, a nap on the beach, in such encounters with nap on the beach, in such encounters with
nature we often find peace. nature we often find peace.
There's just something about the leaves, There's just something about the leaves, rocks, and sand that makes us feel at rocks, and sand that makes us feel at
home in this world. home in this world.
They release us from the humdrum They release us from the humdrum of our busy lives and bring us back to of our busy lives and bring us back to
the basics of life. the basics of life.
WASN'T THOSE PICS WASN'T THOSE PICS BEAUTIFUL? BEAUTIFUL?
WASN'T THOSE PICS WASN'T THOSE PICS BEAUTIFUL? BEAUTIFUL?
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