Quiet Corner - Alela Diane, Ryan Francesconi

A blue and windy day

A month or so ago

Was the last gasp of summertime this year

And now the cold has come in

It’s damp and gray again

Rotting all the fruit left on the vine

Our hands can never keep up

We never tire of the changing of the seasons

We never tire of the changing of the seasons

We never tire of the changing of the seasons

We never tire of the changing of the seasons

Days grow short

Fade away

Sweet decay

Of brown and gold

Autumn rain

She cascades

The cloud’s in the sky above no more

In the south, the northwest

The birds have come and gone

With patterns in time the years pass us by

And now the cold has come in again

And again and again

Rotting all the fruit left on the vine

Our hands can never keep up

We never tire of the changing of the seasons

We never tire of the changing of the seasons

We never tire of the changing of the seasons

We never tire of the changing of the seasons

Days grow short

Fade away

Sweet decay

Of brown and gold

Autumn rain

She cascades

The cloud’s in the sky above no more

Dark coming in

Light fades to black

Goin' where the wind goes

Dark coming in

Light fades to black

Goin' where the wind goes

Dark coming in

Light fades to black

Goin' where the wind goes

The cloud’s in the sky above no more