Joanna Newsom - Autumn
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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Driven through by her own sword
Summer died last night, alone.
Even the ghosts huddle up for warmth.
Autumn has come to my hometown
Friendly voices, dead and gone,
singing, Star of the country down...
(even the ghosts help raise the barn,
here, now, in my hometown)
-when, out of the massing
that bodes and bides, in the cold west,
flew a waxwing, who froze
and died against my breast!
And all the while, rain,
like a weed in the tide,
swans and lists,
down on the gossiping lawn,
saying, "tsk, tsk, tsk".
I may have changed. It's hard to gauge.
Time won't account for how I've aged.
Would I could tie your lying tongue,
who says that leaving keeps you young.
I have got no control
over my heart, over my mind.
Ove