Autumn Tree Paroles

Watching his young lady sleep
Now I'm off to dream
Comfort me

Is this my old shape?
My mind is away
How long have you been gone?
And the cold winter's aged
The soft of your face
And I can't move on
My good morning sun
Fish from early hunt
I wake but you're gone
Linger on

Is this my old shape?
My mind is away
How long have you been gone?
And the cold winter's aged
The soft of your face Linger on,
Linger on,
And I can't move on
Linger on,
Linger on,
And I can't move on
Linger on,
Linger on,
No, I can't move on