كلمات Autumn Term

Aish trees gave their keys Yet none will set me free Woody nightshade drooped her beads An' bade, come feed on these Look behind yourself, red eyed 'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find Ha-ah, ha-ah Ha-ah Ha-ah, ha-ah I ascend, three steps to hell The school bus heaves up the hill The sloey spears on witches mead Cussed, cussed, come lean on these Look behind yourself, rеd eyed 'Gainst the wildеr-mist to what you'll find Look behind yourself, red eyed 'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find Ha-ah, ha-ah Ha-ah Ha-ah Ha