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This Lovibond May Rowanwood song from the Rowanwood music catalogue is a reflective folk ballad that explores seasonal melancholy, memory, and emotional cycles through intimate lyrics and vintage acoustic production.
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Lyrics
Autumn leaves are ripe and fragrant
Chimney smoke spices the air
Nostalgia falls heavy as a shadow
Melancholy cuts like a lover’s stare
A familiar ache pulses in my marrow
Barking crows chant a promise broken
Sounds of traffic like wind through a canyon narrow
All drowned, lost in a symphony of silence
Curious what emotions come to play
In the fading twilight of shortening days
I turn up my collar to check the wind
My shoes tap the pavement stones
Accusing thoughts, haunting laments
A choir of voices, I am alone
For a moment, I believed all was well
Reality descended with each leaf that fell
Paradise stripped of all its colours
Denuded branches of an empty Hell
Odd what emotions come to play
In the fading twilight of shortening days
A Hell alone in which I stand
Left to thoughts of my inadequacy
I look outside to pin the blame
A reprobate savior to redeem me
This strangulation of spirit will certainly pass
With Springtime. . .rebirth will render this forgotten
Until the turn of seasons brings me here
To walk this familiar nightmare once again.
Strange what emotions come to play
In the fading twilight of shortening days
A distant forest echoes mystical chords
Beckoning me to dreamscapes far away
All my being drawn to a Siren’s call
In the fading twilight of shortening days
Explore more Lovibond songs in the Rowanwood music catalogue.