Autumn Hymn
Off to the parade
Singing songs older than you and I
That speak to our fathers
To the little boy blue
Floating memories
That touch our tired feet to the paving stones
Taking all the time that we will need
To cross the streets below
Dancing high in the sky
The wind it catches our sighs, oh my
Holding hands and walking
Holding hands and talking closely
Leaves are turning
As we will turn to the clearest blue sky
Reviving old glory
Soaring beyond the miles
Been round and round
Now can't find my way back home
This veil's been torn
So could I pass through with you
Through these well worn corridors
Hearing those storied melodies
Echo through the halls
Streamers and banners
Finally settle upon our old oak tree
Rippling chimes
Sound so wild in the eventide
Lyrics © 2017 Jason Vitelli
Autor(es): JASON VITELLI