Joanna Newsom – Autumn (Guitar)

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Driven through by her own sword,

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summer died last night, alone.

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Even the ghosts huddled up for warmth.

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Autumn has come to my hometown.

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Friendly voices, dead and gone,

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 singing, Star of the country down...

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(even the ghosts help raise the barn,

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here, now, in my hometown)

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— when, out of the massing

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that bodes and bides, in the cold west,

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flew a waxwing, who froze

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and died against my breast!

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And all the while, rain,

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like a weed in the tide,

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swans and lists, down

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on the gossiping lawns,

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saying tsk tsk tsk.

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I may have changed. It's hard to gauge.

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Time won't account for how I've aged.

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Would I could tie your lying tongue,

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who says that leaving keeps you young.

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And I have got no control

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over my heart, over my mind.

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Over the hills, the rainclouds roll.

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I'll winter here, wait for a sign

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to cast myself

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out, over the water,

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riven like a wishbone.

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You'd hardly guess

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I was my own mother's daughter;

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I ain't naturally given to roam.

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And I lay low, when I return, and I move

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like a gurney

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whose wheels are squeaking,

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alone, here in my home,

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and I laugh,

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when you speak of my

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pleasure-seeking

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among the tall pines,

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along the lay-lines.

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Here, where the loon keens.

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There, where the moon leans.

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There where I know my violent love lays down,

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in a row of silent, dove-gray days.

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Here, in a row of silent, dove-gray days.

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Wherever I go, I am snowbound

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by thoughts of him whom I would sun.

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I loved them all, one by one.

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Cannot gain ground, cannot outrun;

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but time marches along. 

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You can't always stick around.

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But, when the final count is done,

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I will be in my hometown.

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I will be in my hometown.