A Morning In October
It's a wild and windy morning
And the air is full of sighs
And the mist is drifting, drifting,
Where the reedy water lies.
I can hear a raven calling,
As he rides upon the breeze
And the leaves are falling, falling,
From the lonely autumn trees.
It's a wild and windy morning,
And my heart is sad to hear
The sound of wild geese calling,
From the higher atmosphere
And the winter's nearly with us,
When the days are cold and gray
And the snow is blowing, blowing,
So I put my dreams away!