Vines A.s Iii
In the early morning
Underneath the autumn shade
I don't need no more reminding of the day
Now the leaves are falling
And the sun won't be around
And the words I am are singing to the clouds
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
