The autumns come again
& the clouds descend in rain
& the leaves they are falling from the wood
The summers voice is still
Save the clacking of the mill
& the lowly muttered thunder of the flood
Theres nothing in the mead
But the rivers muddy speed
& the willow leaves all littered by its side
Sweet voices all are still
In the vale & on the hill
& the summers blooms are withered in their pride
& the leaves they are falling from the wood
The summers voice is still
Save the clacking of the mill
& the lowly muttered thunder of the flood
Theres nothing in the mead
But the rivers muddy speed
& the willow leaves all littered by its side
Sweet voices all are still
In the vale & on the hill
& the summers blooms are withered in their pride
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