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

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
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