First Frost
[Verse 1]
Saw you as you entered, hid your face behind a tattered piece of paper
Morrow wonders why so blithely roguish, ghostly emanation cometh forward?
Languid trepidation only for a moment lingers softly, then is broken
Can't help wondering when I'll see if it was worth the worried progress, what a process

[Verse 2]
Looming meekly call it denegation in the wake of cottoning slumber
Rugged constitution ebbing sober follows falling maple to the soil

[Chorus]
Hearsay life by visitation
Thought first frost was a while off, gainsay