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
Jeremy Casella - Autumn in Kingston Springs Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Jeremy Casella
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