The winds of autumn press upon the boughs of yonder tree And all around me midst the yard lies fading greenery Leaves fall from the laden branches, colors bright and fair To lie and sleep whilst winter comes and with it frosty air I love so much the peace and still of Celtic scenery It sooths my heart and lifts my brow and sets my spirit free My soul longs for its gentle touch and restful offering Of autumn winds and fading leaves and quiet genuflecting
