Autumn in Kingston Springs

Well I didn't wanna lay it down But I knew I had to give it up I was fooling myself for far too long When I finally found I'd had enough Then I got broken down as I could be It took a while but I busted free Through the rattle and shinin', rhythm and rhyme In the rustle of the falling leaves Praying we the poor in Spirit Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on us Well I was kneeling when the whistle blew A premonition in a heavy hue When we caught us a breeze through the tunnel of trees Beneath the silver of the Harpeth moon We were carried by the Spirit's power In the glory of the golden hour Lying crippled and bruised, betrayed and accused I was moving but I didn't know how Praying we the poor in Spirit Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on us I know you'll bind and bottle every tear And I'm still reeling from the tender words You whisper loud and clear Yellow, maple, red and tangerine Well it's autumn now in Kingston Springs Where the church bells chime the rhythm and rhyme Blowing beauty like you wouldn't believe And all the trouble that you've known so well Like the color on the old hotel It's gonna wither and fade Wither and fade Wither and fade away