Just Lean Back/Tamara Hillman





All the leaves have fallen,
desertin' all the trees,

a chill wind is a-callin',
winter whispers on the breeze

Autumn is the season,
reckon it's the best of all,
my sleep may be the reason
'cause I catch up in the fall

The clock, I'm watchin' close,
too soon its gettin' dark,
and early in the mornin'
ol' Reb, he starts to bark

I done all the fence mended,
the wood is cut and stacked,
now, I can hunker down a spell,
just let myself lean back.



© 2005, Tamara Hillman

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