Ken Hensley Follow

Proud Words On A Dusty Shelf
Cold Autumn Sunday
When the leaving birds fill the stone-grey sky
And the green leaves turn away and die
And the once-warm sun has to run and hide
And the winter clouds begin their stormy ride
Cold black shadows cross my eyes
And help to make me realise
You've gone - O cold autumn Sunday

Still I'll walk along the paths we shared
And I'll try to recreate the love we had
For you were my life and my heart is sad
And it's strange how autumn used to make me glad
Only now an empty sky is there to let me know how much I care
You've gone - O cold autumn Sunday

I am near to dying, no use denying that it's true
Spend my whole time crying, finding ways of trying
Not to be blue over you

When the leaving birds fill the stone-grey sky
And the green leaves turn away and die
And the once-warm sun has to run and hide
And the winter clouds begin their stormy ride
Cold black shadows cross my eyes
And help to make me realise
You've gone - O cold autumn Sunday

Proud Words On A Dusty Shelf
Cold Autumn Sunday