Autumn.
Crunchy autumn leaves,
a spring in my step,
I catch myself thinking of you.
To miss you is so bittersweet,
you’re mine to miss down by the coast.
So I’ll wait for you,
with a spring in my step,
so if you catch yourself thinking of me,
just follow the road and I’ll be there,
to show you Derbyshire peaks.
Written September 2019.
Photo taken Scotland, 2021.
Originally written as lyrics to accompany an upbeat guitar riff.
