Autumn Tree (Live in Seattle)

Autumn Tree - Milo Greene

Under the autumn tree

The chair where you would swing

A yard so full of leaves

Comfort me

A man that resembles me

Watching his young lady sleep

Now I'm off to dream

Comfort me

Is this my old shape my mind is away

How long have you been gone

And the cold winters aged the soft of your face

And I can't move on

Market morning sun

Fish from an early hunt

I wait but you're gone

Linger on

Is this my old shape my mind is away

How long have you been gone

And the cold winters aged the soft of your face

And I can't move on

Linger on Linger on

Linger on Linger on

And I can't move on

Linger on Is my old shape

Linger on I can't move on

And I can't move on

Linger on Linger on

And I can't move on

Linger on Linger on

And I can't move on