“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.” William Allingham
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls.
There walks a Lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard.
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all….