The September light is beginning to fall toward winter
A whiff of melancholy is stirring up the air
We are pulling down fences and planting our perennials
Packing up our umbrella and our crummy lawn chair
Here comes the Christmas trees
Here comes the twinkly lights
Here comes the ice and snow
Here comes the longest nights
I'm going down, down, down, down
The smell of burning leaves stimulates so many memories
The crackle of bark and a carpet of gold
It won't last long so we embrace it while we can
Soon the coolish days will turn to downright cold
Here comes the bags of salt
Here comes the sacks of sand
Here comes the hard black ice
Here comes winter's wonderland
I'm going down, down, down, down
The flaming glory autumn burns bright but oh so brief
Cherish it deeply for too soon it's gone
All the leaves are brown and the skies are gray
And a blanket of snow now covers the lawn
Here comes the itchy skin
Here comes the psoriasis
Here comes the thermal socks
Here comes winter's deadly kiss
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