Autumn's Vicar

Chickadee tosses leaves out of her nester

My uncle's uncle's uncles fester

To chestnut's empty sound

One by one they hit the ground

It's fall and it's warm

And I've got a sweater

Tell me nothing nothing's better

The flowers wilt from the weight of the leaves

But it's not the cold

It's the dryness

That makes it so, (groovy)

Believe you me

Believe me you

Let it roll

God cues his trees to drop their load

I've got some used cowboy boots

You've got some weed

It's a noisy cracked accumulation

Of golden brown, Mr. Brown's first born

Can anyone get it

It's not too obvious

Two friends locked in a Dutch romance

It's the angry middle aged distraction

Your postman stumbles in the yard

With a message long

You communicate through song

And take it up with the vicar

Believe you me

Believe me you

Grateful for the score

The nuts today you store

Could come in handy in the future