Come
Now the golden rods blossom
And summer's birds have flown
There is a tinge 'pon leaves
"Come", before all warmth has gone
Here at the front door with a tap
Down where the golden rods sway
The easterly winds whisk gently
'Cause, "Come" he thought he heard me say
Well, now he sees a smile appear
A twinkle lights my green eyes
As he whispers, " I thought you said, come!"
And so come did I
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