From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,When the dawn begins to crack.It’s all part of my autumn almanac.Breeze blows leaves of a musty[mustard? ]-coloured yellow,So I sweep them in my sack.Yes, yes, yes, it’s my autumn almanac.Friday evenings, people get together,Hiding from the weather.Tea and toasted, buttered currant bunsCan’t compensate for lack of sun,Because the summer’s all gone.La-la-la-la...Oh, my poor rheumatic backYes, yes, yes, it’s my autumn almanac.La-la-la-la...Oh, my autumn almanacYes, yes, yes, it’s my autumn almanac.I like my football on a saturday,Roast beef on sundays, all right.I go to blackpool for my holidays,Sit in the open sunlight.This is my street, and I’m never gonna to leave it,And I’m always gonna to stay hereIf I live to be ninety-nine,’cause all the people I meetSeem to come from my streetAnd I can’t get away,Because it’s calling me, (come on home)Hear it calling me, (come on home)La-la-la-la...Oh, my autumn armagnacYes, yes, yes, it’s my autumn almanac.La-la-la-la...Oh, my autumn almanacYes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!(etc.)
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Autumn Almanac Lyrics

Kinks – Autumn Almanac Lyrics

Songwriters: DAVIES, RAYMOND DOUGLAS
Autumn Almanac lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., ABKCO Music Inc.

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