Lui Collins 1992
“I still remember, all these years later, how when the autumn sun got to just the right late afternoon slant, all the windows of the house across the street from where I lived when I wrote this song would light up with an uncanny glow. But what moved me to write this song on September 27, 1992 was the way that same slanty autumn light lit up the yellow leaves of the New England oaks.”
Lui Collins: https://luicollins.bandcamp.com/track/gold-upon-the-trees
https://luicollins.bandcamp.com/track/gold-upon-the-trees
The leaves are turning golden, the autumn call is heard And I’d be going south now if I only were a bird But I live in New England, it’s here I found my voice Though I sometimes think of leaving, I know I stay by choice. Chorus Harvest moon in New England, and the nights are crisp and cold But have you seen the sunshine? It’s a glory to behold Late afternoon it slants in and touches on the leaves There is treasure in the autumn light, gold upon the trees I mourn the summer’s ending, the loon call in the morn The moon upon the water, the fire on the shore But the children have gone back to school, cold winds will blow in soon For the summer days have fallen, it’s the time of harvest moon My garden never did produce, it’s overgrown with weeds I barely gave it any time after I sowed the seeds There’s plenty in the orchard, we’ll eat well anyway And my harvest for the summer need not be stored away. For I have grown much stronger, and clearer every day My feet upon the ground now in a very different way My blossoms are the songs I’ve written all throughout the year My fruit I give unto you, to bring you winter cheer.