Trinket

The morning's getting meeker Moss is turning a golden brown And Rose is out of town The maple wears a bright scarf Knit by fields in a scarlet gown And Dahlia's left down

Lest I be old fashioned Lest I be old fashioned I put a trinket on Stoop so low Stoop so low I get you're rolling on

Dressed in alabaster wool The frost beheads the flower To no one's surprise The sun is unmoved As the blonde assassin passes on In accidental power

Lest I be old fashioned Lest I be old fashioned I put a trinket on Stoop so low Stoop so low I get you're rolling on

Lest I be old fashioned Lest I be old fashioned I put a trinket on Stoop so low Stoop so low I get you're rolling on

Lest I be old fashioned Lest I be old fashioned Stoop so low Stoop so low