Autumn is a season of mixed feelings for me. It's stunningly beautiful up here in New England, the fall harvest is wonderful, but then there's that "harbinger of doom" thing...which, I guess, just adds a note of poignancy to it all. May all your autumns be lovely, your winters gentle, and your lives fulfilled.
Lyrics
Balance of the Season © 2022 David Coller (ASCAP)
It’s the end of the summer, turnin’ towards the fall
Looking out my window things are changing
But a little cooler weather wouldn’t bother me at all
When the north wind comes to warn us of the winter
And the leaves are turning red and gold
Looking up to the sun for one last time
Not too much for them to do before the coming of the cold
When September tips the balance of the season
Well there’s pumpkins in the pumpkin field, cider in the mill
Apples hanging heavy on the branches
And there’s goldenrod and asters in the meadow on the hill
And the clouds dress up the sky for windy weather
And the rain is falling in the hills
Giving back to the earth for one last time
Not too long before the snow comes in and everything goes still
When September tips the balance of the season
Well autumn comes and autumn goes, I’ve seen a few roll ‘round
And looking in the mirror things are changing
But I’ll be out here splitting wood until the evening sun goes down
Though it gets a little harder every season
Ah but I don’t mind this growing old
I’ll look up to the sun ‘til that last time
I’ve got a lot of things to do before the coming of the cold
When September tips the balance of the season