We wash our blankets one by one
And spread them out beneath the sun
To dry
Then pack them into air-tight bags -
Those faithful, brightly-coloured rags -
Goodbye
Until old Autumn rolls around
And crispy leaves conceal the ground;
The sky
Is grey with swollen clouds;
The wind is cold, and strong, and loud...
It's time
To bring them out once more -
That's just what we've been waiting for!
And spread them out beneath the sun
To dry
Then pack them into air-tight bags -
Those faithful, brightly-coloured rags -
Goodbye
Until old Autumn rolls around
And crispy leaves conceal the ground;
The sky
Is grey with swollen clouds;
The wind is cold, and strong, and loud...
It's time
To bring them out once more -
That's just what we've been waiting for!
