My first autmn away from home
Since I went away for good
No winter boots no farms nor feilds
No cider no frozen water wheels
Theres metal things on grassy feilds
Theres falling leaves in my hair
No driving to storm king this year
I give instead my Eastern appeal
We lived in the East while the world was asleep
We counted our days till the orange and red leaves
We drove through the plains to a place with no snow
We conquered our dreams and made sure to make more

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN