And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear.
What do I care?
October.
And kingdoms rise,
And kingdoms fall,
But you go on, and on.
October.
And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear.
What do I care?
October.
And kingdoms rise,
And kingdoms fall,
But you go on, and on.
And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear.
What do I care?
October.
And kingdoms rise,
And kingdoms fall,
But you go on, and on.