Autumn Song by Jean Sibelius Lyrics
The feathers of the willow
Are half of them grown yellow
Above the swelling stream;
And ragged are the bushes
And rusty now the rushes
And wild the clouded gleam
And wild the clouded gleam!
Are half of them grown yellow
Above the swelling stream;
And ragged are the bushes
And rusty now the rushes
And wild the clouded gleam
And wild the clouded gleam!