In Held Twas In I (C) In The Autumn Of My Madness

In the autumn of my madness

When my hair is turning grey

For the milk has finally curdled

And I've nothing left to say

When all my thoughts are spoken

Save my last departing birds

Bring all my friends onto me

And I'll strangle them with words

In the autumn of my madness

Which in coming won't be long

For the nights are now much darker

And the daylight's not so strong

And the things which I believed in

Are no longer quite enough

For the knowing is much harder

And the going's getting rough