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