Autumn

There is wind where the rose was;
Cold rain where sweet grass was;
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

 Nought gold where your hair was;
Nought warm where your hand was;
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

 Sad winds where your voice was;
Tears, tears where my heart was;
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.

Apenas encontrei esta interpretação de Carla Bruni desta canção popular inglesa.

Foto de Charles Cook.

Um bom dia com estas maravilhosas cores do outono.