The grey plane trees hang on their leaves
For longer than the beech and hornbeam
And set ablaze the grey skyline
It reminds us of the great fire of London
Out in the woods a hundred miles away
A squirrel gathers nuts and leaves
So pack up all your things in crates
This good ship sets sail today
Waves roll by like months in Autumn
The shadows fall like leaves
Cling on tightly to the bow
In the morning we must leave
I will sleep 'til we get there
Looking back over last years
There's piles of rubbish where we used to play
And on the last day of September
This good ship sets sail today
So furl and hoist for fifty furlongs
Where we're going we cannot say
The Autumn wind billows our sails
And drifting we meander away
Waves roll by like months in Autumn
The shadows fall like leaves
Cling on tightly to the bow
In the morning we must leave
I will stop until we get there