My Sorrow, when she's here with me
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be
She loves the bare, the withered tree
She walks the sodden pasture lane
Her pleasure will not let me stay
She talks and I am fain to list
She's glad the birds are gone away
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist
The desolate, deserted trees
The faded earth, the heavy sky
The beauties she so truly sees
She thinks I have no eyes for these
And vexes me for reasons why (why)
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow
But it were vain to tell her so
And they are better for her praise
The desolate, deserted trees
The faded earth, the heavy sky
The beauties she so truly sees
She thinks I have no eyes for these
And vexes me for reasons why (why)
My Sorrow, when she's here with me
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be
She loves the bare, the withered tree
She walks the sodden pasture lane
But the desolate, deserted trees
The faded earth, the heavy sky
The beauties she so truly sees
She thinks I have no eyes for these
And vexes me for reasons why (why)

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