Autumn days, when the grass is jewelledAnd the silk inside a chestnut shellJet planes meeting in the air to be refuelledAll these things I love so well So I mustn’t forget No, I mustn’t forget To say a great big thank you I mustn’t forget. Clouds that look like familiar facesAnd a winter’s moon with frosted ringsSmell of bacon as I fasten up my lacesAnd the song the milkman sings.Chorus Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scatteredAnd a swallow curving in the skyShoes so comfy though they’re worn out and they’re batteredAnd the taste of apple pie. Chorus Scent of gardens when the rain’s been fallingAnd a minnow darting down a streamPicked-up engine that’s been stuttering and stallingAnd a win for my home team. Chorus
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