Fresh from the warm linen
We stood on our doorstep
Watching the red eclipse
The chilled autumn air
Comforted the sleeping town
And the orange mists
Hung low
As not to inhibit the spectacular
Fresh from the warm linen
We stood on our doorstep
Watching the red eclipse
The chilled autumn air
Comforted the sleeping town
And the orange mists
Hung low
As not to inhibit the spectacular