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Gold and silver is the autumn
Soft and tender are her skies
Yes and no are the answers
Written in my true love's eyes

Autumn's leaving and winter is coming
I think that I'll be moving along
I've got to leave her and find another
I've got to sing my heart's true song

Round and round the burning circle
All the seasons, one, two and three
Autumn leaves and then the winter
Spring is born and wanders free

Gold and silver bounds my heart on
All too soon they fade and die
And then I'd know There'd be no others
Milk and honey Where they lie