歌詞

The plaid throw wakes inside the chest

And stretches out its checks

All summer it has kept its folds

Beneath the linen stack

And now the first cool afternoon

Has called the soldier back

It opens with a woolen sigh

And drapes across my knees

Lay the plaid across the lap

The season's on its way

He covers us with feathered wings

On every cooling day

The lamb regards the tartan throw

As clearly one of us

It climbs aboard the checkered field

Without the slightest fuss

Two layers now: the wool, the lamb

My knees have never known such wealth

Lay the plaid across the lap

The season's on its way

He covers us with feathered wings

On every cooling day

The first blanket of the fall

Is a letter from the cold

That reads: I'm coming, gently though —

Please have your warmth on hold

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Lay the plaid across the lap

The season's on its way

He covers us with feathered wings

On every cooling day

Lay the plaid across the lap

The season's on its way

He covers us with feathered wings

On every cooling day

The plaid throw found its knees again

And autumn found its home