Crystal Misty Morn
He makes a solitary figure
And stands singled with this
On a silver grey carpet
On a morning dew laid mist
What a day he's thought to start afresh
What a life he's no regrets
To face this day with a half-light dawn
Upon this Crystal Misty Morn
His autumn gold brown coat
With its white crisp coated leaves
Wild as wild forests of branches
Finger skeletal sleeves
What a day he's thought to start afresh
What a life he's no regrets
To face this day with a half-light dawn
Upon this Crystal Misty Morn
Rolled snakes of smoke pillows
Are now billowing low
They all circle to mingle
Around a single bonfires glow
What a day he's thought to start afresh
What a life he's no regrets
To face this day with a half-light dawn
Upon this Crystal Misty Morn
And to the silent witness
Of a half light dawn
There comes the slight chillness
Of a cold but crystal misty morn
Of a cold but crystal misty morn
Writer/s: David Mansell
