FALLEN FAWN
And who will cry for the fallen fawn
while hunters shout their joy.
And who will close doe eyes on the sunset
when summer's last leaves are gone.
Wander through the forest
Where willows weep their tune
And lie in the clover
That will cover you all too soon.
For all of your dreams are just thunderclouds
That flew west with the sun
And when grass had turned to brown
you knew your time here was done.
when summers last leaves are gone
when summer's last leaves are gone
My initial version of this song, based upon a poem written by my mother, composed in 1969.
My initial version of this song, based upon a poem written by my mother, composed in 1969.