I'll sing you this October song
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There's no song before it
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The words and tune are none of my own
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For my joys and sorrows bore it
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Beside the sea the brambly briars
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ln the still of evening
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Birds fly out behind the sun
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And with them l'll be leaving
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The faIIen leaves that jewel the ground
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They know the art of dying
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And leave with joy their glad gold hearts
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In scarlet shadows Iying
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When hunger calls my footsteps home
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The morning follows after
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l swim the seas within my mind
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And the pine trees laugh green Iaughter
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l used to search for happiness
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l used to follow pleasure
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But l found a door behind my mind
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And that's the greatest treasure
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For rulers like to lay down laws
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And rebels like to break them
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And the poor priests like to walk in chains
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l met a man whose name was time
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He said I must be going
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But just how long ago that was
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l have no way of knowing
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Somelimes l want to murder time
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Sometimes when my heart's aching
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But mostly l just stroll along
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The path that he is taking
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l'll sing you this October Song
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There is no song before it
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The words and tune are none of my own
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For my joys and sorrows bore it
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Beside the sea the brambly briars
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In the cool of evening
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The birds fly out behind the sun
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And with them l'll be Ieaving
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October Song
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| Bert Jansch |
