Grace Cummings
Grace Cummings - Something Going 'Round songtekst
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The wind it is howling Like dogs in the evening I have nothing to be feeling And nothing to say It's just me and my own time That just rolls by Don't recognize my face Don't know my name I think it was autumn I think it was an autumn day I write to you Some kind of Confucius Do you think I am useless If I just don't make a sound? My body feels empty As I run up the high street And I think about begging For tobacco and time I think it was autumn I think it was an autumn day You think you know me like a folk song Or a book that you read once Like John Henry's hammer Or something going 'round Instead, look to the eagle Something so simple That took a change in the wind And lifted up off the ground I think it was autumn I think it was an autumn day I think it was autumn I left you on an autumn day