As the rainfall Drums its own tune On the roof of the bandstand Keep off the grass sign By the lakeside Where it leaves you Autumn In the meanwhile The hours seem to fly With busy days and nights Take it in your stride As worrying is interest paid on trouble Long before its due Passing through Silver snowstorm Music without words Blowing through the airwaves Head in sunshine Under fire now Even when youre dreaming Crystal fountains Peter Pan stares Over the landscape Without motion On pencil grey days To a Door Marked Summer
lakeside, bandstand, snowstorm, rainfall, airwave