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
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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
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
Writer: Jayce Greenleaf
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