Ghost Train RadioEarly Snow
They predict an early snow
The leaves have gone to rust
Apples shrivel, granny dolls
North winds begin to gust
Autumn is my favorite time
Reflecting highs and lows
Bathed in autumns fading light
Leaves like people come and go
Every year in autumn time
There seems to be a theme
The leaves take on a certain hue
A side lit glorious scene
Chorus
This years theme is rust
Like a cemetery gate
Skeleton keys rest their bones
On a trick or treat plate
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