An October Sunday
by Corny Held
Another grey day passes
Rain washing away the nightmares
The air is fresh outside and cold
Heaven's tears clean up the ways for us
to go again
The trees are sighing softly
Winds blowing away the nightmares
The air is strong outside and tender
Hell is trying to warm up
life in vain
The fires whisper warmth
Gleams burning away the nightmares
Smoke curling up outside so spicey
Dancing shapes are celebrating spite
Rain washing away the nightmares
The air is fresh outside and cold
Heaven's tears clean up the ways for us
to go again
The trees are sighing softly
Winds blowing away the nightmares
The air is strong outside and tender
Hell is trying to warm up
life in vain
The fires whisper warmth
Gleams burning away the nightmares
Smoke curling up outside so spicey
Dancing shapes are celebrating spite
