歌詞

The window's open like all summer

But the air has changed its mind

It slipped in past the curtain hem

A coolness, thin and new

It touched my arm and introduced

A season passing through

The light leans at a kinder angle

The cicadas hum goodbye

Something crisp is in the air

The turning has begun

Seedtime, harvest, cold and heat

Shall never cease to run

The little lamb lifts up its nose

And reads the breeze like mail

Then looks at me with knowing eyes:

It's time for warmer tales

The kitchen hears the news as well

And thinks of cinnamon

Something crisp is in the air

The turning has begun

Seedtime, harvest, cold and heat

Shall never cease to run

I love the day the seasons knock

So politely, at the sill

Not asking me to hurry — just

To notice, and be still

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Something crisp is in the air

The turning has begun

Seedtime, harvest, cold and heat

Shall never cease to run

Something crisp is in the air

The turning has begun

Seedtime, harvest, cold and heat

Shall never cease to run

The window's open like all summer

And autumn found the gap