Broken boughs bend a-crippled in the sun;
All the weaving's come undone.
Needled arms hold a limp and faded line.
Do the shadows run on time?
Never mind, never mind.

Long ago when the green was in her eyes,
You could take me by surprise:
Say she'd grow rather distant in the end,
And we'd tremble, chip and bend
In the wind, in the wind.

CHORUS:
Though the river of the rain
Carries sweetness for my brain,
On the stone I'm not well known
And now I'm growing lame.

"Take your time!", once I heard an old man say -
But I hurried anyway.
Thought it through and it seemed before too long
I was right and he was wrong;
I was young, j'etais jeune.  

CHORUS:

By your leave, I will sing you one more time
Of my autumn in a rhyme;
For you see, I would have you understand -
Though his love got out of hand -
It was worth it in the end.
(repeat last two lines)
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