Autumn
In the fog there goes a knock-kneed farmer
And his ox, slowly in the autumn fog
Which hides the poor and shameless villages.
And out there as he goes the farmer is singing
A song of love and infidelity
That speaks of a ring and a heart which someone is breaking
Oh! The autumn the autumn has been the death of summer
In the fog there go two gray sillouettes.
And his ox, slowly in the autumn fog
Which hides the poor and shameless villages.
And out there as he goes the farmer is singing
A song of love and infidelity
That speaks of a ring and a heart which someone is breaking
Oh! The autumn the autumn has been the death of summer
In the fog there go two gray sillouettes.
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