Autumn Song

I sing a song of crimson and of gold.

I sing a blazing song as bright as fire.

I sing a song against darkness and cold;

a song to raise our sunlorn spirits higher.

I sing a living song that will not die;

that phoenix-winged, out of my heart, shall fly;

a fearless song against all those who’d wish,

my fiery Autumn song, to extinguish.