Letra de Aubade

One last time in the darkness
Let’s lie still as the night
And hold a shroud to cloud the growing light
Morning holds out a finger
Pale as bone to the sky
A rake that takes the slumber from our eyes
Down by the stream there’s a Maple
See how she sheds her leaves
Idle they fall to capture and enthral
And then float away downstream
In the morning
Call the sunrise a streetlamp
Let the moonlight prevail
Call the brazen lark a nightingale
Through the veil of deception
There is one stubborn truth
The one to which we all must travel to
Down by the stream there’s a Maple
See how she sheds her leaves
Idle they fall to capture and enthral
And then float away to sea
In the morning light
The moon climbs so high
And fades, fades into a sky of boldest blue
The lark carries on with a morning song
So I stand by the water
Breathing cold morning air
The leaves descend until the tree stands bare