Fionn Richards - Autums Song lyrics

The days are long, the nights are cold Winter's not here and yet summer's old And my bones, they're brittle – easily broke But my heart is as warm as a fire just stoked Gather 'round and eat up quick Seven sets of grubby hands all reach for the stick Of the drum of soup, which deep inside Springs warmth and love of their mother's time Mother's time Mother's time Mother's time The leaves are shifting; there's movement in the air Creatures sink back, some live without a care And a porcupine sang a song to me Whistled bristles through my ears and sent me to sleep The rain is over, the wind is blown away Warm amongst the animals I happily lay A gentle word, by gentle folk My love is a wheel and you are my spoke