Autumns Here - Lyrics - Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman is a Canadian rock singer-songwriter who has garnered critical acclaim for his blend of cabaret pop and glam rock. Workman has released eleven full length albums throughout his career. He is a multi-instrumentalist, playing guitar, drums, bass, keyboards and singing on his records and often switching between those instruments when playing live.
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You can tell
By the wind
By fresh cut wood
All stacked to dry
That autumn's here
It makes you sad
About the crummy
Summer we had
With pine trees creaking
The ravens screeching
Just like the story
My grandma tells
About when a bird
Hits your window
And someone you know
Is about to die
That autumn's here
Autumn's here
It's okay if
You want to cry
Cause autumn's here
Autumn's here
Autumn's here
So find a sweater
And you'll be better
Until the kindling
Is tinder dry
We can be quiet
As we walk down
To see the graveyard
Where they are now
I wonder how
They brought their piano
To Haldane Hill
From Old Berlin
Be hard to keep it
It well in tune
With winters like the one
That's coming soon
Cause autumn's here
And autumn's here
It's time to cry now
That autumn's here
And autumn's here
And autumn's here
It's okay if you want to cry
Cause autumn's here
I think that ghosts like
The cooler weather
When leaves turn colour
They get together
And walk along these
These old back roads
Where no one lives and
And no one goes
With all their hopes set
On the railway
That never came and
That no one stayed
I guess that autumn
Gets you remembering
And the smallest things
Just make you cry
Autumn's here
Autumn's here
Autumn's here
And autumn's here
Autumn's here
It's time to cry
Cause autumn's here
Ohhh
Autumn's here
Autumn's here
It's okay now
Cause autumn's here
