When the cold nip in the air,
Strum the ears sharply,
Each breath you take,
Rises to heaven in silent smoke
Know autumn has turned the corner
Strum the ears sharply,
Each breath you take,
Rises to heaven in silent smoke
Know autumn has turned the corner
When the trees mourn the warmth
Shedding leaves, ladies in mourning,
The final blaze of colours, a reminder
Come spring, we will be young again
As the feet crunch the carpet of leaves
The air folds a cold towel over the earth
Winter keeps knocking, an impatient traveler
I tell autumn, Stay a while longer
Let me revel a last time in Sun’s shy caresses
Let my nose smell your pungent pines
Let me collect my last scraps of colours
Before you paint my land in white
