Thẻ

, ,


 

Time to turn the maple brillianet crimson
Time to turn the Aspen sparkling gold
Time to tumble apples from their branches
Time to tell the breezes crisp and cold

A chilling
Folde the countryside

Kiss of morning mist upon the meadow
Scent of wood smoke swirling in the air
Signals that it’s high time for the harvest

Every pumpkin, peach and prickly pear
with ripened fruit to bear

If you believe
In who you are
Who you were always meant to be
If you open up your heart
Then you’ll set your spirit free
In this time of the season
Every leaf on every tree
Will start to shine
Come and see
Take my hand
Come with me
And fiy

Always standing right beside you
One true friend is there to guide you

To believe in who you are
Who you were always meant to be
To you open up your heart
Then you’ll set your spirit free
In this time of the season
Every leaf on every tree
Start to shine
Come and see
Take my hand
Come with me
And fiy