Milk & Honey کے بول

Gold and silver is the autumn Soft and gentle are her skies Yes I know, are the answers Written in my true love's eyes Autumn's leaving, winter's coming I think that I'll be moving on I've got to leave him and find another I've got to sing my heart's true song Round and round the burning circle All the seasons, one, two, and three Autumn leaves with the winter Spring is born and wanders free Gold and silver burnt my autumns All too soon they'd fade and die And then there were no others Milk and honey were their lives