Leaf piles crunch and my hands are cold
an ol’timey Saturday is ready to unfold
Glimpse the sun feel the air and walk about
don’t shower just roam and whistle out loud
The fall is dying fast but I’m slowing down
crawl’in draw’in waid’in through town
Looking from tree tops out over the fields
hoping this season is going to yield
Something new or even old as I think away
this moment all of time but not this day
