Текст песни Autumn Letter - Buffalo Tom

Autumn Letter

When I read her autumn letter\nI could sail right through the grapes of wrath\nAnd the wind that presided over\nThe little gold leaf on my path\nI was born then and surrounded by the flash\nWhen our callow youthful forsakes us\nWe’ll be left out in the hail\nAnd our hungry souls will cast us on the trail\nOn the trail\nPanic shouts out\nPity drowns out\nMercy wins out in the end\nSail right through the grapes of wrath\nGrapes of wrath\nWhen I read her autumn letter\nHeading west on 444\nI could fly there and could die there\nOn the shore\nOn the shore\nPanic shouts out\nPity drowns out\nMercy wins out in the end\nPanic shouts out\nPity drowns out\nMercy wins out in the end\nPanic shouts out\nPity drowns out\nMercy wins out in the end…