Pierce Campbell: Music

A Moody song about the change of seasons.

It’s a cold dark afternoon
It’s a cold dark afternoon

The day is crying from the sky
Like it’s sighing a sad goodbye
A fool can try to youth ally
But cannot deny, it’s just a lie

Leaves are falling from the trees
It’s so appalling this early freeze
No use crawling on hands and knees
Night is calling on a winter breeze

Weather’s changing an ill wind blows
Something’s coming, someone owes

So soon betrays this errant dream
And not allay such thoughts extreme
Come the day, no clever scheme
Shall delay the banshee’s scream