Autumn Tree

Under the autumn tree The chair where you would swing A yard so full of leaves Comfort me A man that resembles me Watching his young lady sleep Now I'm off to dream Comfort me Is this my old shape? My mind is away How long have you been gone? And the cold winters aged the soft of your face And I can't move on Market morning sun Fish from an early hunt I wait, but you're gone Linger on Is this my old shape? My mind is away How long have you been gone? And the cold winters aged the soft of your face And I can't move on Linger on (linger on) Linger on (linger on) I can't move on Linger on (is this my old shape?) Linger on (my mind is away) And I can't move on (how long have you been gone?) Linger on (the cold winter aged) Linger on (the soft of your face) And I can't move on (I can't move on) Linger on (linger on) Linger on (linger on) And I can't move on