Autumn, autumn, my Lord loved autumn,
So He chose autumn for me,
Autumn and its silence… let forever be.
Autumn, sweet autumn, I struggled for Spring,
Autumn sweet autumn, …and destiny broke my shins,
I fell and wept
over the fallen leaves,
under the sympathetic trees…
I cried there in autumn,
warm tears rolling down the cheeks,
I laid there lamenting
the memories of faithless spring…
I cursed me and my angels,
I hated my very being,
I scratched the soil of life
in hope of being redeemed.
But Autumn had the patience,
to let my patience die,
Sweet autumn surrounded me
till hope of redemption died…
Now Autumn is a part of me,
Sweet Autumn, never part with me,
The promise of Autumn – “Eternity”,
That’s why my Lord chose Autumn for me…
Autumn, sweet Autumn in the May born’s eye…
