Let it be known to Autumn that my husband and I are coming.
In October, we’ll gather – around food and fire.
In a cabin, in the woods of Sweden.
We’ll cook pies and drink tea.
I’ll knit a scarf for him.
He’ll read poems of Dickens to me.
Let it be known to Autumn that my husband and I are coming.
In October, we’ll gather – around food and fire.
In a cabin, in the woods of Sweden.
We’ll cook pies and drink tea.
I’ll knit a scarf for him.
He’ll read poems of Dickens to me.
