A Night At The Autumn Festival
Whipped cream clouds rain down from high,
Through velvet winds in vanilla sky,
Through crimson dawn and orange dusk,
The mind wanders for the soul to lusk.
Perfumed smiles beneath street lamps.
Fairgrounds full of kids and tramps,
The lights and sounds engulf...
Through velvet winds in vanilla sky,
Through crimson dawn and orange dusk,
The mind wanders for the soul to lusk.
Perfumed smiles beneath street lamps.
Fairgrounds full of kids and tramps,
The lights and sounds engulf...