Joanna Newsom - Autumn lyrics
[Joanna Newsom - Autumn lyrics]
Driven through by her own sword
Summer died last night alone
Even the ghosts huddled up for warmth
Autumn has come to my hometown
Friendly voices, dead and gone
Singing "Star of the Country Down"
Even the ghosts help raise the barn
Here now in my hometown
When out of the massing that bodes
And bides in the cold west
Flew a waxwing who froze and
Died against my breast
All the while, rain, like a weed in the tide
Swans and lists down on the gossiping lawns
Saying tsk tsk tsk
I may have changed, it's hard to gauge
Time won't account for how I've aged
Would I could tie your lying tongue
Who says that leaving keeps you young
And I have got no control
Over my heart, over my mind
Over the hills, the rainclouds roll
I'll winter here, wait for a sign
To cast myself out over the water
Riven like a wishbone
You'd hardly guess I was
My own mother's daughter
I ain't naturally given to roam
And I lay low when I return
And I move like a gurney
Whose wheels are squeaking
Alone, here in my home and I laugh when you
Speak of my pleasure-seeking
Among the tall pines along the lay-lines
Here, where the loon keens
There, where the moon leans
There, where I know my violent love lays down
In a row of silent, dove-gray days
Here in a row of silent, dove-gray days
Wherever I go, I am snowbound
By thoughts of him whom I would sun
I loved them all, one by one
Cannot gain ground, cannot outrun
But time marches along
You can't always stick around
But, when the final count is done
I will be in my hometown
I will be in my hometown
Summer died last night alone
Even the ghosts huddled up for warmth
Autumn has come to my hometown
Friendly voices, dead and gone
Singing "Star of the Country Down"
Even the ghosts help raise the barn
Here now in my hometown
When out of the massing that bodes
And bides in the cold west
Flew a waxwing who froze and
Died against my breast
All the while, rain, like a weed in the tide
Swans and lists down on the gossiping lawns
Saying tsk tsk tsk
I may have changed, it's hard to gauge
Time won't account for how I've aged
Would I could tie your lying tongue
Who says that leaving keeps you young
And I have got no control
Over my heart, over my mind
Over the hills, the rainclouds roll
I'll winter here, wait for a sign
To cast myself out over the water
Riven like a wishbone
You'd hardly guess I was
My own mother's daughter
I ain't naturally given to roam
And I lay low when I return
And I move like a gurney
Whose wheels are squeaking
Alone, here in my home and I laugh when you
Speak of my pleasure-seeking
Among the tall pines along the lay-lines
Here, where the loon keens
There, where the moon leans
There, where I know my violent love lays down
In a row of silent, dove-gray days
Here in a row of silent, dove-gray days
Wherever I go, I am snowbound
By thoughts of him whom I would sun
I loved them all, one by one
Cannot gain ground, cannot outrun
But time marches along
You can't always stick around
But, when the final count is done
I will be in my hometown
I will be in my hometown