Black Knight of Autumn Songtext
von Beleriand

Let me not linger on to know
The mournfulness of feelings lost
But waft me while as yet they blow
Wise autumn wind from winter frost


To strip the maples black and bare
To rob the beeches russet gold
And make what was of late so fair
But rustling drift and dripping mold

Yet if, as you have done with them
With me you will but timely do
I will no more your rage condemn
But rather make my peace with you