A Sunday night in autumn
Which figures down the line
Awakened by a memory
Of clothes cut neat and fine
And the river that flows by
Was once a moorland stream
And the slipper footed raconteur
Told of his everlasting dream
A lesson in forgiveness
Among the passing of the time
Soft steps of reminiscing
To earn his five and dime
And the love that passed by
Was once a place to lean
Happy then to be an audience
To hear him picking from the cream
A Sunday night in autumn
Cool culture quite sublime
The debt is there to share
Let the punishment fit the crime
