Lyrics

Summer?s a dream of easy time
Lazy days and fruit on the vine
Harvest the crop and set the line
Ponds to swim and trees to climb


But I love the fall of the year
A wisp of wood smoke in the air
Poignant and sad, crisp and clear
Like an old fiddle tune in my ear

Suspended season, summer still
With summer stories left to tell
White clouds swirl against the sky
Flocks of birds are passing by

And I love the fall of the year
A wisp of wood smoke in the air
Poignant and sad, crisp and clear
Like an old fiddle tune in my ear

Kids are going back to school
Old folks bundle against the chill
Rabbits and birds eat their fill
As winter approaches over the hill

And I love the fall of the year
A wisp of wood smoke in the air
Poignant and sad, crisp and clear
Like an old fiddle tune in my ear