Robert Charles Howard - Autumn Finale lyrics

Spare no lament for the maple leaves that, defying their impending fall, play blazing gold and scarlet concerts bright as Christmas bra** in marble halls. Boldly their radiant finales resound, oblivious to sweatered figures below doggedly cleaning up after d**h - leaf smoulder coaxed into piles by treble scraping rakes. Steamy plumes from cocoa mugs blend with burning oak and maple wisps. The rakers chant their own sweet airs, “The colors were great this year, didn't think we'd had enough rain.”