So the September Breeze Blows

So the September breeze blows
Across your open bow
Down auburn streaks of soft and curling hair
Rising with a tide
That buoys every ship
And falls within the eddies of every captains
Wish

So the october wind blows
The first of autumns chill
Down the cloths of tables set
She returns with county fair.
Her long hair now beckons me
For our first lovers
kiss.


November ushers us
Upon the riding wind
Winters first chill frosty days
That brings in fertile crops.
Our first full fires of eventide
Light up the cold cold
Nights.

Decembers long dark
bitter nights
Her biting frozen lips
Now lie motionless
On the still cold frozen ground.
Aprils not the cruelest month
In the dying of the land