[Intro]
[Verce 1]
The grass has a special scent
When mown and not yet gathered
We walk in fancy hats
Unrecognized by anyone in them
[Verce 2]
And the currants are living out their days
Birds dart among the red berries
We are the lights of red berries
The berries on the branches are bright and close
[Verce 3]
I won't meet you in the field
I won't pick you from the branch
We are like Coke and Pepsi-Cola
Seemingly different, but only by their labels
[Chorus]
The grass by the house is drying
Ripe apples fall from the branches
Perhaps spring will return after all?
I don't need autumn's social media feeds
[Verce 4]
Haystacks yellow in the fields
They too will soon disappear
The icy winter will arrive
The cold will strip the trees bare
[Chorus]
The grass by the house is drying
Ripe apples fall from the branches
Perhaps spring will return after all?
I don't need autumn's social media feeds
[Bridge]
Snow will soon cover the grass
It will cover until the spring thaws
I will run through it once more
Barefoot, I'll wash myself in dew for the last time
[Chorus]
The grass by the house is drying
Ripe apples fall from the branches
Perhaps spring will return after all?
I don't need autumn's social media feeds
[Verce 5]
I don't want to let you go
I don't want to go into the cold
I wish for warmth
But it's all just a dream
[Chorus]
The grass by the house is drying
Ripe apples fall from the branches
Perhaps spring will return after all?
I don't need autumn's social media feeds
[Chorus]
The grass by the house is drying
Ripe apples fall from the branches
Perhaps spring will return after all?
I don't need autumn's social media feeds
