It's that time of year already, a time for leaves to slowly change, fade and fall. Autumn is amidst us, and I am loving it. I love the different tones of yellow, orange, red and brown; watching nature transform in front of my very eyes, slowly moving towards it's death only to be born again in springtime. I do not enjoy much rain, yet I enjoy autumn, seeing the variety of colours, the leaves twirling in the wind, the refreshing and soothing sounds of a drizzle afar and of course the taste of warm chestnuts. Autumn could very well be my favourite season...as long as I am inside draped in my duvet reading a captivating book with a warm cup of hot chocolate listening to the soft sounds of the rain on my window pane .
Autumn takes me back to the time we used to live in Alsace, were we to used to enjoy long family walks in the woods. Mom and dad walking hand in hand, my brother and I running about in an attempt to find as many mushrooms as possible. I have often said that I am nostalgic of my childhood, and it is no wonder for mine was a blessed one.
Autumn takes me back to the time we used to live in Alsace, were we to used to enjoy long family walks in the woods. Mom and dad walking hand in hand, my brother and I running about in an attempt to find as many mushrooms as possible. I have often said that I am nostalgic of my childhood, and it is no wonder for mine was a blessed one.
This is a song about this magical season.
Colchiques dans les prés, fleurissent, fleurissent
Colchiques dans les prés, c'est la fin de l'été.
Colchiques dans les prés, fleurissent, fleurissent
Colchiques dans les prés, c'est la fin de l'été.
La feuille d'automne emportée par le vent
En ronde monotone tombe en tourbillonnant.
Châtaignes dans les bois, se fendent, se fendent,
Châtaignes dans les bois,se fendent sous nos pas.
Châtaignes dans les bois,se fendent sous nos pas.
La feuille d'automne emportée par le vent
En ronde monotone tombe en tourbillonnant
Nuages dans le ciel, s'étirent, s'étirent
Nuages dans le ciel s'étirent comme une aile
La feuille d'automne emportée par le vent
En ronde monotone, tombe en tourbillonnant
Et ce chant dans mon coeur, murmure, murmure
Et ce chant dans mon coeur appelle le bonheur
