Autumn Almanac lyrics

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar

When the dawn begins to crack, it's all part of my autumn almanac

Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow

So I sweep them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

Friday evenings, people get together

Hiding from the weather, tea and toasted

Buttered currant buns, can't compensate

For lack of sun because the summer's all gone

La la la la, oh my poor rheumatic back

Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

La la la la, oh my autumn almanac

Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

I like my football on a Saturday

Roast beef on Sundays, all right

I go to Blackpool for my holidays

Sit in the open sunlight

This is my street and I'm never gonna to leave it

And I'm always gonna stay here if I live to be ninety-nine

'Cause all the people I meet, seem to come from my street

And I can't get away because it's calling me, come on home

Hear it calling me, come on home

La la la la, oh my autumn almanac

Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

La la la la, oh my autumn almanac

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes