Northern Fall

The Woods are getting naked
\r\nand the weather is getting colder
\r\nI can feel this fall deep inside my bones
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\r\nI hear the call of the birds
\r\nthey are going to leave us
\r\nI wonder how they know their destination
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\r\nThe woods are turnin' colours
\r\nthe wilderness is shining
\r\nthe north prepares for winter,
\r\n'cause it will be cruel
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\r\nThe birds calling gether
\r\nthey are going to leave us
\r\nI always wonder how they know where to fly