Uncertain Slumber

Little bird, I followed you into the hollow Where the trees, so proud and charming, stood dressed for splendid rest Crimson and Gold, last remnants of summer's bellow When I enter, lo-and-behold, they're ready for slumber In decay I see a beauty that comes from wizened years Little bird, sing them a requiem, sing them to sleep Sing for me Crimson and Gold, last remnants of summer's bellow When I enter, lo-and-behold, they're ready for slumber Proudly we stand, enraptured by the coming winter The unknown beckons again for uncertain slumber Lying there, under storied-oaks, where the wind rushed a song into my bones Let go of your frame, you've only the lend of it, I suppose Until you awake Crimson and Gold, last remnants of summer's bellow When I enter, lo-and-behold, they're ready for slumber Proudly we stand, enraptured by the coming winter The unknown beckons again for uncertain slumber