The Quiet Season

It's quiet, as another leaf falls from the tree Things are falling down all around me Colors are changing from red to gold What was once new has now grown old I hear the sound of the gathering leaves against my door Don't have the will to rake them anymore Change has come early without reason The world is out of time, and out of season The machines are all in place for the harvest The deeds have all been prepared for the unrest A new star shall rise up in the West And the people shall kneel together and confess A mob has gathered beneath my window Their torches are lit with a mortal cry It's too late for words, it's too late for prayers It's time to say goodbye before we die