A parting tale
Autumn
the storm winds of autumn
Make me shake by the lake
The window pain rattle shake
To ruffle a few wet feathers
With birds singing by the lake
Cross to thy walk on the hillside
To the thin wild farms thee take
Spring budding flowers to await
The clouds of storm a sun dates
Walk up the mountain path late
Ah. Let it go? Upon I fall in the
Snow.
Barriers of peaks to devils chair
The joy of climb to fall on my knees
To this a parting tale a climbing cairn
A stillness of the air was my breath
of fresh air.
The rush of the howling winds
Go by go by as I look up to the blue
Skies.
To vast seas of ice cold artic snow
Let us all be bold to drive upwards
To and frow and yet wee all know
upon a avalanche of fallen snow
A parting tale as we sit in a autumn
Gale drinking ale.
Oh come ye.to the top of the mountain
Peak .
To the windy flag For I seek a wall
To shelter my fall as it be very tall
Safe to say got me back down in the
Dark Of this autumn blissfully day
Trip to the lake district England
where I got lost on top of a peak
And got back down to windermere
In a sorry state!
