Autumn Winds

(Mike McCornack, Carleen McCornack)

Go to sleepy my young one,
On to slumber-land go.
The leaves are falling, the night is calling,
Hear the autumn winds blow.

The sun sets over the last green clover,
Its' gold gives way to the amber of fall.

The geese are winging,
With soft low singing,
As south for winter they go.
So go to sleepy my young one,
Hear the autumn winds blow.

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The sun sets over the last green clover,
The gold gives way to the amber of fall.

The geese are winging,
With soft low singing,
As south for winter they go.
So go to sleepy my young one,
Hear the autumn winds blow.