Richard Buckner Witness
Leaves too young to fall
Wonder if they've heard it all
Hoping just to breeze through
Panes we raised too low
Sometimes it would get so cold
Wake me like you used to
Letting in the chill again
Every now and then
Just too close to miss
Now I'm left with only this
Moment I can see you
Talking as we'd milk it out
The sun was slowing down
Setting off, still lost one night
How could we have been surprised
By things that only we knew
Waiting though you couldn't stay
Keeping little ones awake
Then finally coming from your room
Calling to the passing through
