Autumn Tree — Milo Greene

Under the autumn tree The chair where you would swing A yard so full of leaves Hum the song that comforts me

A man that resembles me Watching his young lady sleep Now i'm off to dream It's the only ease that comforts me

Is this my old shape, my mind is away, How long have you been gone The cold winter aged the soft of your face And i cant move on

Market morning sun Fish from an early hunt I wait but you're gone Mind tells the heart to linger on

Is this my old shape, my mind is away, How long have you been gone The cold winter aged the soft of your face And i cant move on

Linger on Linger on I cant move on