First Movement

When,

In

Autumn,

The

Trees

Are

Bending

 

And

 

I

Am

Sleeping

In

Bed

With

You

 

And

 

You

Are

Sleeping

In

Bed

With

Me,

 

All

 

Our

Windows

Are

Full

Of

Light

 

And

 

I

Am

Pretending

To

Dream,

 

Then

 

It

Is

Spring

In

Our

Arms

 

And

 

We

Are

About

Ourselves

Suddenly

Thrown,

 

And

 

The

Whole

World

Is

Again

And

Again

Moving.

 

When

 

The

Wood

Around

The

Fire

Is

Gathered

 

And

 

We

Are

Lit

By

The

Light

Of

Candles,

 

And

 

The

Trees

Are

Bending

Down

To

Me

 

And

 

I

Am

Bending

Down

To

You,

 

Then

 

We

Are

Again

And

Again

Suddenly

Sleeping.

 

 

 

 

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